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@Lady Amalthea I went ahead to finish up my new character. Let me know if there is anything I need to add or change.
@Morose Look who I finished! ;)



@Lady Amalthea I am almost done making my new male character Thalken. I can most likely finish him up by the end of the weekend. He is definitely different from Fyror!




Location: Almack’s
“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”



Fyror ran his hands across his face and through his hair. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. He really needed to rein in these rampant emotions before they got the best of him. He felt such helplessness and desperation in the moment. Emotional pain laced his expression as his mind tormented him with images of Millicent being ripped from him and defiled by Lord Rutherford. What was he supposed to do? How could he put a stop to Lord Rutherford and repair the damage the man had caused? Was it even possible? Or worth attempting? Why did life always have to be so cruel to a man who cared as much as Fyror did?

Fyror’s thoughts were penetrated by a rustling noise followed by footsteps, alerting him to someone approaching. He let out a small sigh and further repressed some of his emotions before turning to fully face whoever it was. However, he was taken aback to find a foreign woman who was clearly of nobility, if her elaborate dress was any indication. He stood there in shock for a moment, certainly looking a fool, as she approached him and looked deep into his eyes. He quickly snapped out of it and etiquette took over. “Your Grace,” he addressed her and bowed deeply in respect. His eyes gingerly met hers once more as he straightened again. He found that her gaze remained intently on him in an unblinking stare. It was unnerving yet mesmerizing all at the same time. He stiffened a little, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. After a long moment, she finally spoke up, but what she said only confused him, his brows furrowing. What was interesting? Him? He really didn’t know what to think about this whole situation. At least it drew him away from the emotional pain he was in, if only for a moment.
@Lady Amalthea I will probably sit down tonight and come up with a post as I am in more of a writing mood today. I am also still working on that new male character I had previously mentioned. Someone Virginia will probably like but everyone else will probably hate. This is due to the fact that he was raised in a mercenary type lifestyle and he goes around scowling at people. You know, normal stuff. XD
@rivaan I think he would actually rather just take his sorrows out on some Soulless. XD
@Lady Amalthea My post is up.




Location: Almack’s
“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”



Fyror looked down at Millicent with a warm smile as he held her petite frame in his arms. “And I too have greatly enjoyed your pleasant company, Miss Wyndham” he responded earnestly. He was honestly a bit disappointed that the dance was coming to end. Perhaps he should ask her for one more dance. Surely, she would not refuse him.

However, her next statement drained all the warmth and happiness from his face, and his arm instinctively tightened around her waist in a protective yet comforting manner. His head whipped to the side, following Millicent’s gaze, to find the cause of her sudden change in demeanor: Lord Rutherford. The tension that over took him was becoming all too familiar these days. His jaw clenched and his face hardened almost imperceptibly as he met the loathsome Earl’s gaze. Fyror’s gaze quickly returned to Millicent as he felt her slip from his grasp. He wanted to cry out in protest, and the look in his eyes pleaded with her to stay.

But of course, Millicent did not stay with Fyror. Lord Rutherford had such a hold over her, something Fyror could not wrap his head around. What did that man have on her that would make her go back to him time and time again? His heart sank into his stomach and he felt sick as he watched them: the woman he felt a fondness for with the man who was destined to disgrace her. There was turmoil within him, a crude mixture of anger, protectiveness, frustration, and heartbreak. His gaze was laced with emotional pain, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Yet for some reason, he found that he could not tear his gaze away from them. Or so he thought…

When Lord Rutherford kissed Millicent, he could watch no longer. He ripped his gaze away and stormed out of the building as a desperate and violent urge to rip the two away from each other threatened to manifest itself. Now was not the time to lose his cool. It would only make things worse for Millicent. He pushed through the front doors and stepped outside, the air biting at his flushed face. The hardness in his demeanor caused some of the people standing just outside the entrance to Almack’s to scatter. He wanted to scream and cry out his frustration. He felt like he had terribly failed Millicent. He could not keep her safe from Lord Rutherford or give her anything more than fleeting happiness.

The truth of the matter was that sometimes he cared so deeply for people that it slowly killed him inside.
@Lady Amalthea I am going to sit down today and try to write up a post for Fyror. It shouldn't be too hard. I really just need to play up the emotions I feel just from reading that previous post of yours. So basically a lot of heartbreak and maybe some frustration. XD
GAH, I keep coming up with new character ideas. This one would be particularly interesting and would bring another male into the mix. This guy is different from Fyror in most respects. I think Virginia might actually like him. ;)

I am not sure when and if I will bring him in as second character, seeing as the end of the semester is quickly approaching and I will be starting an internship. We will see. But for now enjoy a little slice of my inspiration while I precede to go back to my schoolwork. :3

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