No probs. I'm an insomniac who has 20 bajillion games. I get by xD
And awwwwwwwww poor guy D:
Arrayah
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STATUS: I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff. 8 yrs ago
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I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff.
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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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You should have backed them up somewhere :( I feel super sad for you now
Oh no D: its like when RPG ate all our stories all over again.
Bahahaha "doing it"
Sounds good to me. Your plan and your lame homework.
Sounds good to me. Your plan and your lame homework.
She let out a breath she had not even known she'd been holding when he took her hands and danced with her. And then that breath was lost again when he pulled her close. It was true, that they'd been this close before, but she'd been drunk and laughing and teasing him. Now... it was different. She could see it in the way he looked at her, feel it when his hands settled on her hips. Kiara responded in kind, her good arm moving into place around his neck, her other hand resting on his own.
Here with him, it was easy to see the woman she could have been if she had not been born a royal. She'd have probably gone into something that allowed her to protect the people she loved, but it would have been her choice. At night, she would have gone out to stare at the stars simply because she could. One of those nights she would have a little too much ale, meet a man, dance too close, and laugh too loudly, but no one would be around to tell her it was wrong. She would fall in love and marry the one she chose to, the one who had made her feel as if she was walking on clouds. Yes, it was easy to see the kind of life she would have had. Looking into his eyes, Kiara could pretend that it was the one she was living now.
There was no city to be going to. No marriage to be had. There was no prince waiting for her so that they could start a most likely miserable life together. There was no country to be saved nor a war to be stopped.
Instead, there only a woman dancing a bit too closely with a man she had grown fond of. It did not matter that they did not get along much, or that he would leave tomorrow. In that moment, it was as if ... he was the man in the future she'd dreamed. Any other time, it would have been silly to think about, to even consider. She was a princess and he was only her guard. But tonight, there was no status, no rules.
There was only Kiara and Ostus under the stars.
Here with him, it was easy to see the woman she could have been if she had not been born a royal. She'd have probably gone into something that allowed her to protect the people she loved, but it would have been her choice. At night, she would have gone out to stare at the stars simply because she could. One of those nights she would have a little too much ale, meet a man, dance too close, and laugh too loudly, but no one would be around to tell her it was wrong. She would fall in love and marry the one she chose to, the one who had made her feel as if she was walking on clouds. Yes, it was easy to see the kind of life she would have had. Looking into his eyes, Kiara could pretend that it was the one she was living now.
There was no city to be going to. No marriage to be had. There was no prince waiting for her so that they could start a most likely miserable life together. There was no country to be saved nor a war to be stopped.
Instead, there only a woman dancing a bit too closely with a man she had grown fond of. It did not matter that they did not get along much, or that he would leave tomorrow. In that moment, it was as if ... he was the man in the future she'd dreamed. Any other time, it would have been silly to think about, to even consider. She was a princess and he was only her guard. But tonight, there was no status, no rules.
There was only Kiara and Ostus under the stars.
Okie dokie, so in my post I know I don't give all that much to respond to (for once) D:
So it's up to you if you wanna continue the night - in other words be as super introspective as Kiara always is - or move on to them arriving in the city. I'm cool with whatever is easiest for you.
So it's up to you if you wanna continue the night - in other words be as super introspective as Kiara always is - or move on to them arriving in the city. I'm cool with whatever is easiest for you.
Her last night? Kiara stared back at the city as she thought. It was almost as if Ostus was projecting his regrets onto her. This was her last night to do whatever she wanted. It took her breath away that all she wanted to do was spend time with him, and yet no matter how much she tried to think of something else: food, drinking, sleeping, there was nothing. The only image in her mind was that of the night they'd danced around the fire. For that one song, she was fully and wholly herself. She had not worried about the people around her, her reputation. She had not been thinking of her future or her past. The prince and the wedding had not even been in her thoughts. It was to that place that she wanted to go back, and she was afraid that after tonight she would never be able to again.
All of her life she'd been told what to do and who to be. Think of the people and do the best for them. Don't talk too loud or too much. Watch the language, no one likes a vulgar princess. Dress modestly and don't get to close to any man. Don't let them touch you. Don't get too friendly with the commoners. Keep up appearances. Don't chuckle or giggle or chortle. Be graceful and beautiful. Put down the weapons and stop fighting the soldiers. Don't show emotion, be confident, and stop fidgeting.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. It was crazy, what she was about to ask him, but he'd wanted to know what she'd like to do, and this was it. So, Kiara walked towards their own small fire, humming a slow tune she barely remembered. If she spoke, the song would pause and then she'd have to start over. Instead, she held her hands out to Ostus, swaying from side to side with a shy smile on her face. If he denied her this one thing, she was not sure what she would do.
All of her life she'd been told what to do and who to be. Think of the people and do the best for them. Don't talk too loud or too much. Watch the language, no one likes a vulgar princess. Dress modestly and don't get to close to any man. Don't let them touch you. Don't get too friendly with the commoners. Keep up appearances. Don't chuckle or giggle or chortle. Be graceful and beautiful. Put down the weapons and stop fighting the soldiers. Don't show emotion, be confident, and stop fidgeting.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. It was crazy, what she was about to ask him, but he'd wanted to know what she'd like to do, and this was it. So, Kiara walked towards their own small fire, humming a slow tune she barely remembered. If she spoke, the song would pause and then she'd have to start over. Instead, she held her hands out to Ostus, swaying from side to side with a shy smile on her face. If he denied her this one thing, she was not sure what she would do.
Yuppers. Mostly recessive genes in Astora and dominant in Berinike. Mostly brown and black hair. The occasional red head but not with her skin color especially.
Lol it's fine. I just thought I should mention it BEFORE he asks her xD Cause that would be awkward.
"What's that scar across your chest?"
"What scar...? You mean this one?" Kiara points to her side and remembers that Ostus is delusional.
"What's that scar across your chest?"
"What scar...? You mean this one?" Kiara points to her side and remembers that Ostus is delusional.
It was a hard journey for Kiara. Over the weeks it had taken them to move at her pace, her arm had started to heal. Ostus was right, she was lucky that it had not gotten infected, but it was the least of her worries. Though her skin was healing, and she could move her arm more than she had been able to that first day, Kiara feared it would never be the same. Luckily for the two, the skill of the Callum assassins was unmatched by any others who tried to attack them. They took each one down easily, even with her bad arm.
When they'd gotten through the mountains, Kiara was thankful she could once again put on that awful peasant's dress. It was uncomfortable, and got in the way, but it was better than the strips she had been wearing to cover her chest. The spare shirts they had were being used as bandages, and she could not afford to tear up the dress just so it could be used as a top. It was strange to be so... exposed. Showing skin, especially that much of it, was not something that people of her status did. Something about keeping the mystery as well as their virtue. It had never really mattered to her, it's not like she had anyone to show off to.
It hadn't taken long to reach the camp they were now resting in. Once they'd reached Berinike, the terrain was less frightening. There were small mountains everywhere, but there were also paths through them that people were constantly taking. The danger here was that it was easy to see that they were not from the country. Her hair made it than anything else she could have said or done. Because of this, she'd taken to wearing it up and covered with anything she could find when they were anywhere that people might see it.
She stood on the top of the hill alone, staring at the walls of the city they would reach the next day. It was not that Kiara and Ostus were not getting along. That would have been normal and accepted. It was more that they were avoiding each other. She was not sure of his reasoning, but hers was easy. What was the point of becoming close with someone she was probably never going to see? More importantly... the way her heart fluttered every time she looked at him was frightening. Terrifying in a way that she could not even put into words. The more time she spent with him, the more confused she felt, and so in the end she discovered it was just easier to be alone.
Tomorrow he would leave her, and she would be on her own once more. Her gaze found him, and there was a sadness in her eyes that she could not hide. Kiara would miss him. Despite everything, all the fights, all the insults, she considered him her friend. He had kept her company, had listened to her worries, and had taken care of her. He had not once complained about the slowed pace - at least not to her face - and had protected her when she was having trouble doing so herself. Kiara held her hand out, preparing to lean against a tree before she remembered there were none to help her keep her balance. What would she do alone in a place where everyone saw her as the enemy?
When they'd gotten through the mountains, Kiara was thankful she could once again put on that awful peasant's dress. It was uncomfortable, and got in the way, but it was better than the strips she had been wearing to cover her chest. The spare shirts they had were being used as bandages, and she could not afford to tear up the dress just so it could be used as a top. It was strange to be so... exposed. Showing skin, especially that much of it, was not something that people of her status did. Something about keeping the mystery as well as their virtue. It had never really mattered to her, it's not like she had anyone to show off to.
It hadn't taken long to reach the camp they were now resting in. Once they'd reached Berinike, the terrain was less frightening. There were small mountains everywhere, but there were also paths through them that people were constantly taking. The danger here was that it was easy to see that they were not from the country. Her hair made it than anything else she could have said or done. Because of this, she'd taken to wearing it up and covered with anything she could find when they were anywhere that people might see it.
She stood on the top of the hill alone, staring at the walls of the city they would reach the next day. It was not that Kiara and Ostus were not getting along. That would have been normal and accepted. It was more that they were avoiding each other. She was not sure of his reasoning, but hers was easy. What was the point of becoming close with someone she was probably never going to see? More importantly... the way her heart fluttered every time she looked at him was frightening. Terrifying in a way that she could not even put into words. The more time she spent with him, the more confused she felt, and so in the end she discovered it was just easier to be alone.
Tomorrow he would leave her, and she would be on her own once more. Her gaze found him, and there was a sadness in her eyes that she could not hide. Kiara would miss him. Despite everything, all the fights, all the insults, she considered him her friend. He had kept her company, had listened to her worries, and had taken care of her. He had not once complained about the slowed pace - at least not to her face - and had protected her when she was having trouble doing so herself. Kiara held her hand out, preparing to lean against a tree before she remembered there were none to help her keep her balance. What would she do alone in a place where everyone saw her as the enemy?
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