Frey's eyes were like a wild man's. Crazed and bloodshot, twin orange orbs trained to the treetops, the youngest prince needed to find whatever was tormenting him. He imagined them to be small imps the color of the dark pines, with countless rows of sharp, needle-like teeth. Not dissimilar to monsters that appeared in the realms of his darkest, most profound and dangerous nightmares. And he wanted them all gone. Frey balled up his hands. He was losing it, and fast. Becoming increasingly more dangerous by the second, as his only echoing thought was to kill the creatures that lived in the trees. Such dark, ugly thoughts...
And then there was his brother's voice, giving if only a small piece of clarity. The seventeen year old paused, the hatred in his eyes shattering. Licking his chapped lips, the prince nodded slowly. "Alright." He said dryly but with acid, obviously restraining himself. There was still the chattering that came high from the trees. Whatever the creatures were, Frey seemed to be mature enough to stop himself from terrorizing them. He looked at his three traveling companions, knowing that he was safe, at least for the time being. Shutting his eyes, Frey tried to get rid of the urge to beat Asbel until he agreed to smoke out the creatures.
"But..." He began, but trailed off. No fighting... Nothing like that would help him. He needed to convince himself that. Shaking in an attempt to will himself away, Frey clenched his fists together so hard his nails dug into his flesh and drew blood. But the delusional and hallucinating prince was far from caring. "Get me the hell out. Now." He demanded, eyes still closed. There seemed to be a roar in the forest that shook the leaves and trees... But to the to the others, it was just a gentle breeze.
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The movie theater smelled of oily popcorn butter and lint that lined coat pockets. It made the angel's nose crinkle slightly, but it wasn't exactly repulsive. Pink eyes panned around, taking in the theater. Obviously, he had never been to one before. It was all new and exciting and made his stomach churn. Perhaps he could feel it, though. Perhaps he could feel that even in this place, in which he had never been before, something didn't belong. On one wall, there was a great thick cloth. From everyone looking at it and all the seats angled toward it as well, Harp realized that was where the movie would probably appear. So little he understood about this world, even what a movie was. From what he did know, it was entertainment. And that was always a good thing. In theory, at least. Some firmly believed that entertainment was nothing but temptation... and temptation is sin. Of course, he was hanging around a demon anyhow, so that was irrelevant.
Following Bel briskly, the angel did want to get good seats. He listened to the demon, let the darkness guide him through the dark room. It hid him, cloaked him like a pelt of fur. He didn't say anything, and was afraid to even breathe until he was sitting next to the demon, top row, middle seats. Even then he said little, eyes flickering to his companion's face occasionally. What he saw was a bit worrisome. Was the demon having an inner conflict? His spell couldn't be breaking so soon. He was stronger than that, he knew it. Biting his lip only slightly, Harp moved his hand on top of the other's. "I think it's starting..." He murmured as the lights flickered on.
He was blissfully unaware of the bad things that hid in the dark.
Following Bel briskly, the angel did want to get good seats. He listened to the demon, let the darkness guide him through the dark room. It hid him, cloaked him like a pelt of fur. He didn't say anything, and was afraid to even breathe until he was sitting next to the demon, top row, middle seats. Even then he said little, eyes flickering to his companion's face occasionally. What he saw was a bit worrisome. Was the demon having an inner conflict? His spell couldn't be breaking so soon. He was stronger than that, he knew it. Biting his lip only slightly, Harp moved his hand on top of the other's. "I think it's starting..." He murmured as the lights flickered on.
He was blissfully unaware of the bad things that hid in the dark.
Life has been really chaotic, but I should have some time this weekend.
Ugh, I know I'm taking forever and a half to respond. I keep trying to post, but stuff keeps popping up... Anyways, know I'm trying, and I'll post this week.
Don't worry about delays! x)
Frey accepted the apple with a grumble. The weather was so muggy. It was making his already bad mood worse. The silver-haired prince chomped into the piece of fruit angrily. Gnashing his teeth together fiercely, Frey was preoccupied with wondering what was in the forest and how he could survive.
His nightmares would only get worse. He knew that much. Obviously staying up wouldn't be a solution. He needed sleep, especially since he was trekking. The dreamcatcher wasn't anywhere close to where they were now. What he needed was someone who had enough magical energy to create a forcefield around him. Even if he did have horrid nightmares, he could live.
He was in an even worse mood. Not even thinking about the three kind souls who went after him, Frey could only think about the monster that had attacked him. So long as he was away from the castle, he was in very real danger. And he would suffer alone. His brother and his dragon were both strong' but had never fought nightmares before. And Asbel was a sheltered creature who could mend his body, but not his soul.
Frey was so engrossed in his thinking, he almost missed something scale a tree. He let out a surprised yell. "What the hell?!" The young Prince shouted, pointing to the top of the tree. Whatever the thing was, it was small and limber. Very, very limber. And if the scratchy notices were anything to go by, it had friends.
He didn't get a good view of them, but didn't want the creatures falling him. In a fit of fear, Frey began to yell. "Come on down here, you bastards! Stop playing chicken! Bastaaaaaaaaards!!!" He screeched foolishly. However, it did seem to have some effect- it made the creatures angrier!
His nightmares would only get worse. He knew that much. Obviously staying up wouldn't be a solution. He needed sleep, especially since he was trekking. The dreamcatcher wasn't anywhere close to where they were now. What he needed was someone who had enough magical energy to create a forcefield around him. Even if he did have horrid nightmares, he could live.
He was in an even worse mood. Not even thinking about the three kind souls who went after him, Frey could only think about the monster that had attacked him. So long as he was away from the castle, he was in very real danger. And he would suffer alone. His brother and his dragon were both strong' but had never fought nightmares before. And Asbel was a sheltered creature who could mend his body, but not his soul.
Frey was so engrossed in his thinking, he almost missed something scale a tree. He let out a surprised yell. "What the hell?!" The young Prince shouted, pointing to the top of the tree. Whatever the thing was, it was small and limber. Very, very limber. And if the scratchy notices were anything to go by, it had friends.
He didn't get a good view of them, but didn't want the creatures falling him. In a fit of fear, Frey began to yell. "Come on down here, you bastards! Stop playing chicken! Bastaaaaaaaaards!!!" He screeched foolishly. However, it did seem to have some effect- it made the creatures angrier!
Cyrus sighed in defeat. Though other nobles such as his brother might have wanted to prolong the conversation until they were victorious, he had no such interests. Rulan's words still bugged him, but he would find a way to deal with them- and the speaker- in due time. For now, he was left with a curse he would have to deal with. Though it would be pretty satisfying to bring the Casseion home only to have him be pelted with poison arrows, but if what he said was true, that probably wasn't in his best interests. Though morning was breaking, casting a colorful ray of light across the ever shifting sands. However, after Rulan was finished speaking, Cyrus cast a gaze back. It wasn't aggressive, and it wasn't giddy. He was a bit afraid to smile or really do anything around the man for fear he would be chastised harshly. "Very well then." He nodded before continuing, knowing that Blackfoot was nearby.
In about half an hour, the pair arrived in the scattered desert town of Blackfoot. This part of the land was mostly level, so he had no qualms with walking so far. In the far East, however, most of the roads traversed great mountain ranges and other such atrocities. The town was fairly small, and their homes were fashioned of red clay and some other substances. At any rate, they appeared in block shapes. "This is the town. Let's rest for a little bit before departing for the capital..." He said softly before heading to a particularly tall building that should have been an inn. The buildings appeared to be very hard, like stone.
In about half an hour, the pair arrived in the scattered desert town of Blackfoot. This part of the land was mostly level, so he had no qualms with walking so far. In the far East, however, most of the roads traversed great mountain ranges and other such atrocities. The town was fairly small, and their homes were fashioned of red clay and some other substances. At any rate, they appeared in block shapes. "This is the town. Let's rest for a little bit before departing for the capital..." He said softly before heading to a particularly tall building that should have been an inn. The buildings appeared to be very hard, like stone.
Yeah, today was my first day back. XD
The younger silver-haired princed looked up as Asbel came toward the small group. His eyes widened in mild surprise. Asbel's hair was cut short! The young man wondered why the phoenix would do such a thing. Ah, well. He looked better with short hair anywyas. Narrowing his eyes in disgust he would even think that, Frey scoffed, unlike his brother. "Tired of your girly locks, birdie?" He mocked rudely before wiping his hands on the ankles of his pants and following Cassius.
Frey could smell it again, even as they continued to walk for hours. It was the smoky, wild scent of burning wood. The trees were tall and mostly barren, though at the tops, pine needles seemed to cover the surface of the branches. They were a very rich black color. The storm clouds were back, but they seemed quiet rather than angry today.
The irregular ups and downs of the Snap-Spires made it difficult to navigate. There was no path- they were relying almost completely on Cassius' acute and accurate sense of direction. Frey did have an off amount of faith in the dragon, and didn't worry about getting lost. He only watched for thotns and other sharp objects. Soon, however, Frey began to feel a strange feeling on the back of his neck. Augustine, Cassius, and Asbel must had felt it as well.
"Are we nearing the mountain..?" Frey asked aloud, feeling some kind of energy. It was a raw, pure energy.
Frey could smell it again, even as they continued to walk for hours. It was the smoky, wild scent of burning wood. The trees were tall and mostly barren, though at the tops, pine needles seemed to cover the surface of the branches. They were a very rich black color. The storm clouds were back, but they seemed quiet rather than angry today.
The irregular ups and downs of the Snap-Spires made it difficult to navigate. There was no path- they were relying almost completely on Cassius' acute and accurate sense of direction. Frey did have an off amount of faith in the dragon, and didn't worry about getting lost. He only watched for thotns and other sharp objects. Soon, however, Frey began to feel a strange feeling on the back of his neck. Augustine, Cassius, and Asbel must had felt it as well.
"Are we nearing the mountain..?" Frey asked aloud, feeling some kind of energy. It was a raw, pure energy.
Ooh, goo. I have an idea for a story arc. Hehe... Sorry for my slowness. I've been cramming. Spring Break is over...
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