BladeSS4Okay but honestly Lorelei could be the one to bring Auriole out of her timid fear
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Hola profile viewers, I am Meg & roleplaying is cool. Ive been doing it for about 6-7 years now, mostly writing forums like this and even a bit on tumblr. Really hoping to get back into the swing of writing because it is a passion of mine. What better way than this? Also have interests in photography and crafting. My log in times will be a bit spiratic but atleast once a day. Im pretty friendly, dont be afraid to say hey :)
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Lorelei’s patience with a seemingly shy Auriole is cut in half as a grouchy boy emerges from the trees to proceed to lay on the bed she made all herself and claim the first spot.
Anger found her easily enough.
She shot up from her dinner, stalking to the bed and grabbing the weaved edges.
“Did I say this was yours?” She growls. “Get off my bed. Now.”
Anger found her easily enough.
She shot up from her dinner, stalking to the bed and grabbing the weaved edges.
“Did I say this was yours?” She growls. “Get off my bed. Now.”
“Some sort of agreement needs to happen, we need to..make the best of this,” Lorelei tries to say lightly. Patting the space beside her, welcoming Ariole to join her, she grips the scaled flesh of the fish with her fingers, eating it without much thought. She had felt starved.
Lorelei noticed how shy the girl was. Lorelei couldn’t fathom being shy.
Pulling her hair to the side, the lion tattoo prominent on the back of her neck over her stork mark, she finishes the food quickly.
“I’m Lorelei,” she introduces herself. “You are?”
Lorelei noticed how shy the girl was. Lorelei couldn’t fathom being shy.
Pulling her hair to the side, the lion tattoo prominent on the back of her neck over her stork mark, she finishes the food quickly.
“I’m Lorelei,” she introduces herself. “You are?”
Lorelei leans up from her weaving, eyeing Auriole with the plate.
“Thats kind of you” she remarks. “You can be the second in line to choose your spot to sleep then,” she smirks a bit. Taking the plate from the girl she folds down to the dirt.
Naturally, Lorelei would be the one to try and dictate in her small circle.
“Shall we eat together? Or have the others run off to prove themselves?”
“Thats kind of you” she remarks. “You can be the second in line to choose your spot to sleep then,” she smirks a bit. Taking the plate from the girl she folds down to the dirt.
Naturally, Lorelei would be the one to try and dictate in her small circle.
“Shall we eat together? Or have the others run off to prove themselves?”
Did not post out of turn to be rude just wanted to get it up & in IC so we can move forward & have Lorelei be recognizable moving forward, so disregard/ignore if need be
Lorelei fought the whole way to the king. She shook her shoulders, slipped from grasps, it took multiple guards to get her in the room even with a blindfold on. A free yet blind woman was far better than a trapped one who could see.
Pushed onto her knees with force, as the guards growled at her with distaste, she didn’t even flinch from the pain. Her pride soared, not wanting to show weakness to these men. Men who could barely compare to her brothers-this was a game.
The blindfold was released, her fire red hair bouncing from her pointed ears. She was on the far end, the far left, and she made it a point to keep the pressure off of herself for now.
Others denied their sin, but Lorelei wore it with Pride. She knew the choices she made and she would wear them on her sleeve forever. It was something she had to accept.
The night she ran, she was cornered by noble servants of her once betrothed husband who hung her up in his bedroom to decipher why her family had retracted their offer. It took weeks before she admitted to her crime, to abandoning her bastard son that was not his (as they had never touched each other with passion) Lorelei was quickly handed over to authorities with ignorance of her family as they doted the small infant in love and grace.
Lorelei was sought with pain and blood.
She had only been captured a few months ago, her fairy body still healing from the pregnancy that she ran endlessly on out of exhaustion. She was broken, broken from heartbreak, broken from decisions, broken physically by her ex fiance. Then further broken by these guards who taunted her, knowing her sin, knowing how she would never give up or give in, she would fight endlessly to their teasing and poking.
She sunk away, scooting back, having been in the dark for days. Tight gray cotton pants clung to her legs, a dark long sleeve attached to every curve in sweat. Her hair was a wild mess around her narrow face. She had stopped bleeding, thank god.
Her silence kept her hidden as the king announced his decision, to forgive their sins in exchange for their servitude. If it meant her freedom, she would agree. Silently.
In the weaponry stash, she took twin blades and a small amnesia shoot with a small collection of darts (5) to be nestled on the hip. She idolized armor for her shoulders/neck, and chest vest made out of a stiff repulsive leather. She even took a terry cloth wrap for her hips to hold supplies, tying it to herself.
The others talked amongst themselves but she didn’t bother to analyze. She would work alone to her best ability, as expected. Because she had the most drive here, she had to. There was no doubt she was the last of the collection the king was gathering.
Escorted out with a blessing, not that she needed it, Lorelei followed as the others bickered and made camp. She sat with twigs and leaves, her own fae house being made of similar material from her lower class experience. She began working on elevated beds for the group in silence, wanting nothing for her consideration.
Lorelei had pulled her hair up into a lopsided ball secured by a stick. It swung as she worked, recalling her brothers instructions as she weaved and crushed things into place.
Pushed onto her knees with force, as the guards growled at her with distaste, she didn’t even flinch from the pain. Her pride soared, not wanting to show weakness to these men. Men who could barely compare to her brothers-this was a game.
The blindfold was released, her fire red hair bouncing from her pointed ears. She was on the far end, the far left, and she made it a point to keep the pressure off of herself for now.
Others denied their sin, but Lorelei wore it with Pride. She knew the choices she made and she would wear them on her sleeve forever. It was something she had to accept.
The night she ran, she was cornered by noble servants of her once betrothed husband who hung her up in his bedroom to decipher why her family had retracted their offer. It took weeks before she admitted to her crime, to abandoning her bastard son that was not his (as they had never touched each other with passion) Lorelei was quickly handed over to authorities with ignorance of her family as they doted the small infant in love and grace.
Lorelei was sought with pain and blood.
She had only been captured a few months ago, her fairy body still healing from the pregnancy that she ran endlessly on out of exhaustion. She was broken, broken from heartbreak, broken from decisions, broken physically by her ex fiance. Then further broken by these guards who taunted her, knowing her sin, knowing how she would never give up or give in, she would fight endlessly to their teasing and poking.
She sunk away, scooting back, having been in the dark for days. Tight gray cotton pants clung to her legs, a dark long sleeve attached to every curve in sweat. Her hair was a wild mess around her narrow face. She had stopped bleeding, thank god.
Her silence kept her hidden as the king announced his decision, to forgive their sins in exchange for their servitude. If it meant her freedom, she would agree. Silently.
In the weaponry stash, she took twin blades and a small amnesia shoot with a small collection of darts (5) to be nestled on the hip. She idolized armor for her shoulders/neck, and chest vest made out of a stiff repulsive leather. She even took a terry cloth wrap for her hips to hold supplies, tying it to herself.
The others talked amongst themselves but she didn’t bother to analyze. She would work alone to her best ability, as expected. Because she had the most drive here, she had to. There was no doubt she was the last of the collection the king was gathering.
Escorted out with a blessing, not that she needed it, Lorelei followed as the others bickered and made camp. She sat with twigs and leaves, her own fae house being made of similar material from her lower class experience. She began working on elevated beds for the group in silence, wanting nothing for her consideration.
Lorelei had pulled her hair up into a lopsided ball secured by a stick. It swung as she worked, recalling her brothers instructions as she weaved and crushed things into place.
Name: Genevia
Age: 21
Species: Human/Fem
Appearance:
About: Genevia is a curious girl fighting against the expectations of her father who has handed off her mother’s Seamstress business after her untimely death. Although talented in it’s works, Genevia seeks further education in complex matters. She buries herself in books trying to gather as much knowledge as possible and any sign of adventure gets her racing.
Age: 21
Species: Human/Fem
Appearance:
About: Genevia is a curious girl fighting against the expectations of her father who has handed off her mother’s Seamstress business after her untimely death. Although talented in it’s works, Genevia seeks further education in complex matters. She buries herself in books trying to gather as much knowledge as possible and any sign of adventure gets her racing.
Update: its done
@RisenSun MEOW! ^^
I wish I could heart react to a response
Will start working on my intro since it will have length, sorry if its a bit much but just trying to catch up *a warning*
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