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Drakey
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STATUS: uuuugggghhhhhh When you can't be on when everyone else you RP with is on.... 9 yrs ago
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A short post for now, will have a followup post tomorrow. This is all happening while the hunters are out and just across the kingdom. The title of the next hunt is either "Spider Stomping Day" or "Spider-slaughter 2k17"
Thank god, I had been debating on wether or not Mikhail should be afraid of spiders. Thankfully, I chose no, but those damn webs. Oh how I hate spider webs!!!
Mikhail stood there, watching the exchange between the woman and her brother. Rosaline, a rose the color of her hair. Mikhail didn't want to see her go just yet, so he did something that he would never had thought to do. "Um, Rosaline, if you wouldn't mind, could I tag along?" Nudging Brynhild with his foot,the wolf padded back up to the boy. "You see, I'm new here, and I've found that I've gotten a wee bit lost." Hoping that the plea for mercy would allow him to walk with the woman, Mikhail didn't dare hold his breath. Suddenly, someone rammed into him from behind. Forcing Mikhail to take a step forward, right into the space in front of Rosaline. Immediately, their eyes met. Deep blue against jade green.
Taking a quick step back, like the side step of a dancer or a fighter, Mikhail stammered a little. "Sorry 'bout that." A sad smile spread across his face as Mikhail was convinced that his chances were gone now. "I'm not used to the hustle and bustle of the city, so I really need someone to help me out."
His statements weren't an exaggeration. For a small town boy like him, the roads of the city were like rivers of people. Horses moved up and down the street, soldiers in bright armor riding on top of he rolling steeds. Carts, with large andl loud wheels, travelled through the throngs of people. Then the people themselves. Always in a hurry, pushing and prodding, they travelled. Shopkeepers yelled at passersbys as dogs barked at vagrant cats. Rats and mice scurried in the dark corners of the city, carrying disease. Yes, this was all new to the young man. New, and terrifying.
Taking a quick step back, like the side step of a dancer or a fighter, Mikhail stammered a little. "Sorry 'bout that." A sad smile spread across his face as Mikhail was convinced that his chances were gone now. "I'm not used to the hustle and bustle of the city, so I really need someone to help me out."
His statements weren't an exaggeration. For a small town boy like him, the roads of the city were like rivers of people. Horses moved up and down the street, soldiers in bright armor riding on top of he rolling steeds. Carts, with large andl loud wheels, travelled through the throngs of people. Then the people themselves. Always in a hurry, pushing and prodding, they travelled. Shopkeepers yelled at passersbys as dogs barked at vagrant cats. Rats and mice scurried in the dark corners of the city, carrying disease. Yes, this was all new to the young man. New, and terrifying.
Brynhild jumped as the young boy appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Sniffing, the large wolf backpedaled a few steps, bumping into Mikhail's leg. The man had been reading the notice again, making sure he hadn't missed anything, like directions. Snapped from his thoughts, it took Mikhail a moment to pull himself together. A young woman, maybe two years younger than him stood there. Slightly bent, reprimanding the young boy. However, Mikhail's voice caught in his throat when she looked at him. Vibrant green eyes, bright with life and intelligence, looked out from underneath a few rogue strands of thick red hair. Her skin, pale but not alabaster, glowed beautifully in the sunlight. Blinking, Mikhail responded. "Don't worry about it, I'm used to this." A smile, part facade part true, grew on his face. For the first time in his life, Mikhail was selfconscious about his country accent. With an inner resolve, Mikhail turned to the boy.
Sitting down on his heels, his shoulders on his knees, Mikhail was eye level with the young boy. Just as striking as the woman, Mikhail looked into deep amber eyes, curiosity flowing from them. "Would you like to let her?" Letting the question hang, Mikhail beckoned Brynhild over. With a black-floved hand, the man grabbed her by the scruff, making sure she wouldn't run away. Looking up at the woman, Mikhail truely smiled at her. "If I knew that the commoners in the city were as beautiful as nobles I would have come here long ago." With a joke in his tone, Mikhail waited for Brynhild to get comfortable with the boy. Then, standing up tall, he offered his hand to the woman. "My name's Mikhail, may I ask for your's?"
Sitting down on his heels, his shoulders on his knees, Mikhail was eye level with the young boy. Just as striking as the woman, Mikhail looked into deep amber eyes, curiosity flowing from them. "Would you like to let her?" Letting the question hang, Mikhail beckoned Brynhild over. With a black-floved hand, the man grabbed her by the scruff, making sure she wouldn't run away. Looking up at the woman, Mikhail truely smiled at her. "If I knew that the commoners in the city were as beautiful as nobles I would have come here long ago." With a joke in his tone, Mikhail waited for Brynhild to get comfortable with the boy. Then, standing up tall, he offered his hand to the woman. "My name's Mikhail, may I ask for your's?"
Ok, isn't Rosaline untaken? If so, I'm claiming my Waifu!!!
Oh god, it doesn't matter anymore! She's a redhead!!!! I will take her from someone else if I have to!!!!
I'm so sad, I'm on a phone so my really short posts look so much longer!!!
Oh god, it doesn't matter anymore! She's a redhead!!!! I will take her from someone else if I have to!!!!
I'm so sad, I'm on a phone so my really short posts look so much longer!!!
Hey, does anyone have someone in the city of that could interact with my character?
@Kaesus
I like him, I'm going to make a lone tower in the mansion proper that has musical instruments. It's always immaculate, and he can discover them. He might also make a friend there. :) will elaborate in PMs.
I like him, I'm going to make a lone tower in the mansion proper that has musical instruments. It's always immaculate, and he can discover them. He might also make a friend there. :) will elaborate in PMs.
My country bumpkin could use a waifu ;)
Mikhail
-----Midday-----
Mikhail’s breath passed out from between his lips as he walked down the large dirt road. It was strange, no one was on the road, especially during a day like this. Brynhild padded along beside him, her large form coming up to Mikhail’s hips. Solid steel armor covered her body, moving smoothly with the wolf’s muscles. A long, red coat waved in the light breeze, along with Mikhail’s black hair. Two sets of blue eyes scanned the road ahead of them, one canine, the other human. Strong, steel armor adorned Mikhail’s chest and back. His tough boots were caked in dirt. The handle of a fine sword rode just over his right shoulder. His strong jaw was set firmly. The duo had been on the road for over a week now, the Royal Notice sitting, tucked away, within Mikhail’s coat.
In the distance, the midday sun illuminated the castle of Belvoir. Glints of light shone off of the high windows, visible to Mikhail. “Damn, It’s still a day’s travel.” Mumbling to Brynhild, Mikhail stretched his neck as he continued walking.
-----Dusk-----
Mikhail was sitting off to the side of the road, Brynhild curled up beside him. Her red snout, striking compared to the white of her body, was resting on top of Mikhail’s leg. A piece of venison hung out of her mouth as she chomped down on the meal. Sighing, Mikhail’s stomach growled. Reaching into his bag, Mikhail’s hand came back with another day’s worth of venison. Two days if he gave it all to Brynhild. Looking down at the large wolf, Mikhail smiled sadly. Once again, his stomach growled. Patting the wolf’s head, Mikhail put the venison back in the bag.
Looking up, the man could clearly see the moon as it sat high in the sky. The dying lights of the sun just now vanishing over the horizon. Wonder sparked in Mikhail’s mind. What was over there, beyond the horizon? His father had told him that all ended when you reached the horizon, but for some reason, Mikhail just couldn’t believe that. There had to be something, right?
Sighing, Mikhail leaned against the tree that stood behind him. He left his hand on top of Brynhild’s head. Trusting her to guard him, Mikhail quickly fell asleep, the sheath of his blade digging into his back.
-----Morning-----
His eyes opened, Mikhail rouse Brynhild. Apparently the night had been uneventful. Which was a relief. Scratching her on the chin, Mikhail threw another piece of venison at the wolf. Stretching, several pops sounded from his spine. Gasping from the relief that they brought, Mikhail opened his eyes wide. A loud yawn escaped his throat as he tied his bag back up. Hooking it around his waist, the man scratched Brynhild just behind the ear.
“Come on Brynhild, the castle is a half day from here.” Indeed it was. Belvoir castle was astonishingly closer than it had been the day before. Its towers easily seen, their majestic might soaring high. Even the sprawling city that surrounded the castle had come into view. Hundreds of pillars of smoke could be seen. People were most definitely burning wood to cook their breakfasts now.
-----Midday: The City Gates-----
Mikhail stood just outside the city’s gates. Their imposing heights almost dizzying. Mikhail had never seen a structure as tall as this. The greatness of the kingdom’s architects was nothing to scoff at. The man, born and raised in small villages, began to walk towards the gates proper. Several carts, drawn by oxen and horses, sat outside the gates. Merchants and farmers alike stood together. Of course, the merchant’s carts had a number of armed men around them. Plastering a welcoming smile on his face, Mikhail stepped through the throng of people. Finding a lone guard, the young man captured his attention.
“Excuse me sir, May I gain entrance into the city? I wish to apply for the Hunter’s Guild.” Mikhail’s country accent came out thick compared to the city-born voices of the people around him. The sight of Brynhild probably didn’t help. The guard looked astonished, but quickly regained his composure. Turning beat red, the man began to yell in Mikhail’s face, spittle flying everywhere.
“Who the hell do you think you are!?!? Some fucking noble? Get in the goddamned line! I don’t want to see your face till you go through their!” Astonished, Mikhail couldn’t say a thing as the pissed off guard walked away, mumbling about country bumpkins under his breath. Blinking, Mikhail began to walk down the line, until a farmer caught hold of his arm. The old man had a crooked back, and a long beard. Strong horses pulled a cart, heavy with vegetables, behind them.
“Young man, did I hear you correctly? You’re going to join that Hunter’s Guild?” The old farmer’s voice was ragged and scratchy, but their was a depth of wisdom behind it. His eyes did not match his hands. They were clear and bright, a vibrant green. Mikhail stood, taken aback, unable to say anything until the man spoke again. “Come on boy, you’ll go in with me.” The old farmer pulled Mikhail along behind, “The name is Jonathan Salksfoot.”
Mikhail couldn’t help but follow the man. Gulping a little, Mikhail’s facade shattered. This was too much. Getting yelled at for no reason, now getting dragged along by an old man. The people in the city were truely strange. Calming himself, he spoke, “Mikhail, Mikhail Lannyster.” That was all he could get out before the man spoke again.
“Well, Hunter, I have two requests for you.” The old man’s green eyes burrowed into Mikhails, “Don’t die and kill those monsters.” Looking back at the gate, the old man took out a series of papers. Handing them to a guard, Mikhail noticed the guard that had yelled at him earlier. He was scowling from a distance, but didn’t take any action. When Salksfoot returned, the duo entered the city gates, horses and cart trailing behind. “Monsters killed my son, boy. You are going to kill them.” Salksfoot looked into Mikhail’s eyes. There was a strength there, and a ferocity. Both of which are rarely seen in an old man. “You’ll find the guild halls down that way.” The old man pointed straight down the city’s main road. “Keep going until you reach the inner wall. Show them your notice and head right on in.” Pushing Mikhail towards the Guild Halls, Salksfoot continued on his way to the markets. Spinning around, Mikhail immediately lost sight of the old man. Blinking a few times, Mikhail looked down at Brynhild.
“Well, I guess we should go,” Tapping the wolf’s head, Mikhail stopped in his tracks. His hand immediately fell into his pocket. How had that old man known about the notice? Feeling a cold chill run down his spine, Mikhail hurried through the bustle of the city, Brynhild hot on his heels.
-----Midday-----
Mikhail’s breath passed out from between his lips as he walked down the large dirt road. It was strange, no one was on the road, especially during a day like this. Brynhild padded along beside him, her large form coming up to Mikhail’s hips. Solid steel armor covered her body, moving smoothly with the wolf’s muscles. A long, red coat waved in the light breeze, along with Mikhail’s black hair. Two sets of blue eyes scanned the road ahead of them, one canine, the other human. Strong, steel armor adorned Mikhail’s chest and back. His tough boots were caked in dirt. The handle of a fine sword rode just over his right shoulder. His strong jaw was set firmly. The duo had been on the road for over a week now, the Royal Notice sitting, tucked away, within Mikhail’s coat.
In the distance, the midday sun illuminated the castle of Belvoir. Glints of light shone off of the high windows, visible to Mikhail. “Damn, It’s still a day’s travel.” Mumbling to Brynhild, Mikhail stretched his neck as he continued walking.
-----Dusk-----
Mikhail was sitting off to the side of the road, Brynhild curled up beside him. Her red snout, striking compared to the white of her body, was resting on top of Mikhail’s leg. A piece of venison hung out of her mouth as she chomped down on the meal. Sighing, Mikhail’s stomach growled. Reaching into his bag, Mikhail’s hand came back with another day’s worth of venison. Two days if he gave it all to Brynhild. Looking down at the large wolf, Mikhail smiled sadly. Once again, his stomach growled. Patting the wolf’s head, Mikhail put the venison back in the bag.
Looking up, the man could clearly see the moon as it sat high in the sky. The dying lights of the sun just now vanishing over the horizon. Wonder sparked in Mikhail’s mind. What was over there, beyond the horizon? His father had told him that all ended when you reached the horizon, but for some reason, Mikhail just couldn’t believe that. There had to be something, right?
Sighing, Mikhail leaned against the tree that stood behind him. He left his hand on top of Brynhild’s head. Trusting her to guard him, Mikhail quickly fell asleep, the sheath of his blade digging into his back.
-----Morning-----
His eyes opened, Mikhail rouse Brynhild. Apparently the night had been uneventful. Which was a relief. Scratching her on the chin, Mikhail threw another piece of venison at the wolf. Stretching, several pops sounded from his spine. Gasping from the relief that they brought, Mikhail opened his eyes wide. A loud yawn escaped his throat as he tied his bag back up. Hooking it around his waist, the man scratched Brynhild just behind the ear.
“Come on Brynhild, the castle is a half day from here.” Indeed it was. Belvoir castle was astonishingly closer than it had been the day before. Its towers easily seen, their majestic might soaring high. Even the sprawling city that surrounded the castle had come into view. Hundreds of pillars of smoke could be seen. People were most definitely burning wood to cook their breakfasts now.
-----Midday: The City Gates-----
Mikhail stood just outside the city’s gates. Their imposing heights almost dizzying. Mikhail had never seen a structure as tall as this. The greatness of the kingdom’s architects was nothing to scoff at. The man, born and raised in small villages, began to walk towards the gates proper. Several carts, drawn by oxen and horses, sat outside the gates. Merchants and farmers alike stood together. Of course, the merchant’s carts had a number of armed men around them. Plastering a welcoming smile on his face, Mikhail stepped through the throng of people. Finding a lone guard, the young man captured his attention.
“Excuse me sir, May I gain entrance into the city? I wish to apply for the Hunter’s Guild.” Mikhail’s country accent came out thick compared to the city-born voices of the people around him. The sight of Brynhild probably didn’t help. The guard looked astonished, but quickly regained his composure. Turning beat red, the man began to yell in Mikhail’s face, spittle flying everywhere.
“Who the hell do you think you are!?!? Some fucking noble? Get in the goddamned line! I don’t want to see your face till you go through their!” Astonished, Mikhail couldn’t say a thing as the pissed off guard walked away, mumbling about country bumpkins under his breath. Blinking, Mikhail began to walk down the line, until a farmer caught hold of his arm. The old man had a crooked back, and a long beard. Strong horses pulled a cart, heavy with vegetables, behind them.
“Young man, did I hear you correctly? You’re going to join that Hunter’s Guild?” The old farmer’s voice was ragged and scratchy, but their was a depth of wisdom behind it. His eyes did not match his hands. They were clear and bright, a vibrant green. Mikhail stood, taken aback, unable to say anything until the man spoke again. “Come on boy, you’ll go in with me.” The old farmer pulled Mikhail along behind, “The name is Jonathan Salksfoot.”
Mikhail couldn’t help but follow the man. Gulping a little, Mikhail’s facade shattered. This was too much. Getting yelled at for no reason, now getting dragged along by an old man. The people in the city were truely strange. Calming himself, he spoke, “Mikhail, Mikhail Lannyster.” That was all he could get out before the man spoke again.
“Well, Hunter, I have two requests for you.” The old man’s green eyes burrowed into Mikhails, “Don’t die and kill those monsters.” Looking back at the gate, the old man took out a series of papers. Handing them to a guard, Mikhail noticed the guard that had yelled at him earlier. He was scowling from a distance, but didn’t take any action. When Salksfoot returned, the duo entered the city gates, horses and cart trailing behind. “Monsters killed my son, boy. You are going to kill them.” Salksfoot looked into Mikhail’s eyes. There was a strength there, and a ferocity. Both of which are rarely seen in an old man. “You’ll find the guild halls down that way.” The old man pointed straight down the city’s main road. “Keep going until you reach the inner wall. Show them your notice and head right on in.” Pushing Mikhail towards the Guild Halls, Salksfoot continued on his way to the markets. Spinning around, Mikhail immediately lost sight of the old man. Blinking a few times, Mikhail looked down at Brynhild.
“Well, I guess we should go,” Tapping the wolf’s head, Mikhail stopped in his tracks. His hand immediately fell into his pocket. How had that old man known about the notice? Feeling a cold chill run down his spine, Mikhail hurried through the bustle of the city, Brynhild hot on his heels.
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