NightsOfNovember

Carving a semi-historical RP (MxM) or (MxF)

Maybe Pirate/Colonist or Native/Colonist? I would prefer to be a female, and what age range were you thinking? I would rather prefer a thread, though, I know you mentioned you doing PM roleplays 95% of the time but I rather am a stickler for threads, I usually keep pm'ing for brainstorming more and chatter.

Avan's 1x1 Search. ((MxM ))Ignore the post number.

Maybe we could do theifxthief pairing? What age range?

A goblin and his cave(closed)

She watched Gryson look at the corpse, and could genuinely see the want for meat in his eyes. She watched him also as he hawled the carcass of the dead animal over his shoulders as if it were nothing, and so she followed him back towards the cave. When he mentioned not eating a good meal in weeks, she felt slightly guilty for missing the foods at court when it had only been about a week for her. When they got into the cave, she watched him make the fire by his own self, with only the two sticks over the fire pit. She herself had never had to do anything like what he had just done. Her food was already cooked and on a plate by time it reached her, and she had only ever seen something being cooked in the stove or over the big brick fire pit with the pots on the stone table above it, whether it was buns baking or meat roasting in hot stews. Her changed her expression, for her eyes had grown wide with astonishment, to a cool and calm one by time he had started to speak again, hoping he had not noticed her being amazed at what was so natural to him.
"A tub, oh thank the heavens, I have missed a bath so very much," she admitted. She turned and went down two chambers in the cave, and walked into the second one to find a wooden tub, and a bucket right next to it. She noted the small wooden table that must be hand-made. She picked up the bucket, and headed back out to where Gryson was. "I'll be back, I am going to go out to the stream. That isn't too far from the base of the mountain, so will be back," she said casually. She could have gotten water from the part of the stream on the rocks, but she always liked where the rocks met the grass with streams, because sometimes there would be a waterfall. She walked out the cave, and headed down to the stream.

A goblin and his cave(closed)

She made a small sound of exclamation, and whisked up her bag and held it to her chest. The bag was a pale leather, a creamy white color, with some dirt from being on the ground. "Yes, yes it is," she said as she dusted off the dirt from the bag. "Thank you, but I am sorry you nearly fell over it," she added. She turned around, and walked over to the carcass of the dead wolf, the leader of the beasts that were so intent upon making her their supper. She nudged a less bloody part with her toe of her slipper, enough so that the whole body of the beast rolled over. "Isn't it a waste to just leave it here? Could it not be used for a night's meal?"
She glanced back at him, taking the sight of him in again, her eyes fixated on his pointed ears. She let her eyes go up some, and noted he was a good three inches taller than she was. She had always been smaller, and more petite than most people her age. She went back down to his facial features, and noticed the scar on his nose. She didn't stare at it, but more so let her eyes roll back to look into his as always.

A goblin and his cave(closed)

"A friend," she said, rolling the word around in her mouth and mind at the same time. A friend before meant someone in a good position financially, or good standing favor, or a designated lady in waiting. This gave the word a whole new meaning. She nodded, and stood up, once again smoothing her skirt to her dress. "I dropped a bag a little ways back by the tree I fell from when I was running. Do you think we could go try and see if it is still there, try to find it? The skies look as if they might bring us rain soon. Will you help me find it?" she asked.
She waited for his response, but while waiting her eyes looked down towards the bottom of the mountain. They had climbed a great deal to get to this high, and she hoped it would be easier going down. "It has some clothes, and a few other things in it that I managed to get into my travel satchel before leaving. It would mean a great deal to me," she added. A strong breeze picked up, blowing her loose hair from behind her to where it was on either side of her face, up in the wind, as if she had walls on either side of her cheeks. She didn't bother to hold her hair down, just quietly stood there in the wind, her hands just pressed on the front sides of her skirt of her dress lightly so it didn't fly up, but only flutter to and fro in the wind.

A goblin and his cave(closed)

She looked down at her lap, once more smoothing down her skirts out of habit. When she looked back up at him, she was quiet, her face thoughtful. Her gaze left him for a moment and she stared out over the tops of the trees, passed them to where at one point you could see a blue lining of the sea shore, but now, it was just a dark line, that was almost to the start of the forest. "You used to be able to see parts of the tops of the castle, where I stayed, from the mountains, or so I was told. You can't see it anymore, and it only leaves you to wonder if it is even there anymore, behind that dark mass," she said, speaking slowly, as if thinking out loud. She turned her gaze back to him, ever so slowly this time.
"Part of me wants to go, to see if there is anything on the other side, or inside for that matter, inside the darkness. Yet part of me reminds myself that we never saw anyone return or any of the ships come back from the darkness, and fact in itself frightens me enough to stay away from it. I will stay with you, for those reasons, and for the fact that I dislike the idea of you being alone out here," she said. She had never had a moment alone it seemed, only ever when she would ask for some time alone in the bath, and her water pourers and bathroom servants would leave her be., but even that was only for a few moments here and there. "I do believe we are safe, for now, and I don't know if the darkness can scale up the mountain. How would we build a town, on a mountain?" She asked him, giving the idea a good amount of thought.

The Princess & The Thief (NightsofNovember & WhosYourKing)

It was a quiet autumn night, and not too chilly since it was just at the cusp of summer and autumn, so the two windows in Princess Alexandria's chambers were swung open, letting in the comfortable night air. She could smell smoke from the bonfires that the people in the country had lit for the Autumn's Harvest Festival, something they did every year around this time. She usually went, however not one but both of her brother's were there, and she just hadn't felt up to dealing with both of them during the same evening. She was sitting on her velvet lined bench in front of her vanity dresser, combing her long honey colored hair out. Usually, her bed chamber maid would be doing this for her, Alexandria had dismissed her and all of her lady in waiting's for the evening so as they could attend the festival. The whole palace was silent, not just on her side, but the actual entirety of the place was still. Everyone had gone out as usual, and for the first time in her whole life, she knew what it felt like to be completely alone, and know what peaceful serenity that quiet could offer. Even her two standard door guards were dismissed, which she was sure she would be reprimanded for later on in the week, but at this point she didn't quite care. Honestly, no one ever came to the palace during the festival until after sunrise, and then it was just mostly those who lived there.
She brought her long hair from in front of her should to let it fall naturally behind her, so that it covered her backs of her shoulders where her nightgown left bare. Her hair fell to about halfway down her ribcage, and he nightgown was long, going all the way to the floor, so that you couldn't even see her small bare feet. She stood up, admiring the lavender silk that the nightgown was made of, and thought to herself about how her soft green eyes seemed to go well with this color. I will have to order some gowns in this color, she thought to herself. She stretched, and sat back down at her vanity, moving the candle holder a bit closer to the mirror, so the flame from the bee's wax candle illuminated her face a bit. She carefully removed the flower shaped pear earrings from her ears, and unclasped the string of pearls that hung from her neck, and then placed them in her small velvet pillow on her vanity. She sighed and got up, stretching, and walked over to her bed, laying down and not bothering to turn down her covers or furs. She just lay there, with her eyes close, enjoying the stillness of the palace.

The Princess & The Thief (NightsofNovember & WhosYourKing)

(I don't think there is much need for OOC posting here, since we really cleared it up via PM first. However if you feel the need or just want us to transfer our descriptions from PM to here, just let me know!)

A goblin and his cave(closed)

If my mother could see me now, she would have a fit. Touching a stranger, from some other bloodline that I doubt is royal.The thought made her giggle, because she didn't mind at all for some reason. Maybe it was because he came to save her from the pack of wolves, risking himself when he didn't even know her. Maybe it was because she hadn't seen another living person's face since she fled from her hometown by the shore. Every step higher, she just found herself more and more anxious, ready to see where the darkness was at, how much it had covered with it's furling dark mass. Upon reaching the top of the mountain the cave was part of, they both stood and took in the vast darkness that was once the shoreline on the other side of the thick forests by the mountains.
His voice broke her gaze, and she calmly sat down, releasing his hand so she could smooth her skirt of her dress once more, despite it's tattered and dirty condition.She stretched her legs out, pushing her back against one of the jagged pieces of rocks coming out of the mountain's surface. She turned to look at him, her hands placed on her skirts to keep them from moving in the breezes that were stronger at the peak of the mountain. "Well, I'm listening," she said calmly, once again setting her eyes into a content lock on his.

A goblin and his cave(closed)

She nodded, and stood up from where she had falled from the hammock to the ground earlier. She brushed herself off, smoothing the skirts of her dress that just barely reached past her knees. It was still a pretty soft pink rose color, but had smudges from dirt, and a few rips on the sleeves that came down to her elbows. She immediately reached out and grasped at his hand, her skin soft on his, and tugged him with him as she went towards the entrance of the cave. "Come on Gryson, I will show you the darkness. I bet if we climb up the mountain a bit more, we could see it in the distance." There was no hesitation in her grasp, it was just a cool, quick movement as if she had known him for years.