Cyrus roared in frustration at the sheer unfairness of it all. Taking deep breaths to calm down, the Prince shot a death glare at the lion. There was no point in fighting, he wasn't powerful enough. "Kings and emperor's are just men, Monsieur Leon." He mused aloud.
But Ralarulash had a valid point. It hurt that he was worth less than the goats and cattle in the pen. Maybe a soul of steel didn't protect him from the words of a mighty winged lion. "I will not attack you this night." The prince stated firmly, golden eyes flickering.
Hough honor was worth more than his life, the crown was more important than such a matter like honor. "Mr. Leon, I'm not sure how you will do it, but I'm willing to give you my freedom. In exchange for a feather, that is. You shall take my freedom..." The thought mortified him. What would happen? Would he become a slave to the lion? No, that couldn't be...
Picking up his muffler, Cyrus dusted it of any sand and wrapped it around his neck.
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xD Yeah! Pitchforks, shovels, and the Frankenstein-esque torches!
Oh, RIGHT!
I'm so sorry I didn't imply anything in particular! I'll try not to do it again. xD
So, basically, make Cyrus fail again and have Ral offer the deal again. This time, he'll agree. Or I can bring in the village.
I'm so sorry I didn't imply anything in particular! I'll try not to do it again. xD
So, basically, make Cyrus fail again and have Ral offer the deal again. This time, he'll agree. Or I can bring in the village.
I have writer's block as of yet.
EDGE TO THE RESCUE!
*Working on a PM now, btw...
*Working on a PM now, btw...
It was a shame, really. The fruit was meant to make the eater's hair turn a bright pink for three days or so. He had learned about it when one the maids claimed she ate one once. However, they only grew in the tropics outside the kingdom's boarders, making the fruit rare. It was said to be extremely sweet and soft. But the strange layer of hair on the square fruit turned most people off. Frey had taken it from the kitchen. He had really wondered what the rare 'Kinp' fruit was doing in the castle kitchen. Not to feed anyone, hopefully.
At any rate, the prince was breathing at a fast pace as Aren cleaned his bloody hand. He didn't want the other male to make a mistake. The rag awas a little damp, and not rough at all. The prince couldn't help but tense up. He wasn't used to being so cooperative, and he didn't like the submissive feeling. Nevertheless, he was determined to make his hand feel better. "Be careful, Aren. This is my hand, after all. I want to be able to use it." He piped in while the boy worked.
Smiling broadly as he saw that Aren had cleaned his flesh successfully, he chuckled. "Remember," He said sternly, "Not a word of this to anyone! Or I'll get you!" He threatened. Sighing in relief, the prince wiggled his fingers. Good. They all looked fine. "But you did well, Aren. I thank you." He then swung his legs over the edge of the window so he was back on the floor of his bedroom. The walls were painted a plain white color. "What happened, huh? Let's say... I smashed your head into the glass! Yeah!" Frey declared proudly. His normal malice was back. "Oh, but you don't have a mark on your forehead. Come on, let's fix that...."
At any rate, the prince was breathing at a fast pace as Aren cleaned his bloody hand. He didn't want the other male to make a mistake. The rag awas a little damp, and not rough at all. The prince couldn't help but tense up. He wasn't used to being so cooperative, and he didn't like the submissive feeling. Nevertheless, he was determined to make his hand feel better. "Be careful, Aren. This is my hand, after all. I want to be able to use it." He piped in while the boy worked.
Smiling broadly as he saw that Aren had cleaned his flesh successfully, he chuckled. "Remember," He said sternly, "Not a word of this to anyone! Or I'll get you!" He threatened. Sighing in relief, the prince wiggled his fingers. Good. They all looked fine. "But you did well, Aren. I thank you." He then swung his legs over the edge of the window so he was back on the floor of his bedroom. The walls were painted a plain white color. "What happened, huh? Let's say... I smashed your head into the glass! Yeah!" Frey declared proudly. His normal malice was back. "Oh, but you don't have a mark on your forehead. Come on, let's fix that...."
Path is gonna die? Not on my watch! I have something planned, don't worry. :P
TuT Path x Edge forever
Damn you, feels river! Good thing I'm no fujoshi. :p
Edge felt his eyes prickle even further and he stood up and stayed only a foot away from Path. He wanted so badly to hug him, but if he did, Edge would cry all over again. And they needed to sort this out. "Path... you're kind of frustrating me here.." Edge admitted. It was a simple game of questions anymore, this was serious.
"I'm not something you need to protect, Path. Do you not trust my words? You do not believe everything I'm saying to you? We don't have much time together, and we both know it. You're really old... and I can't die. I'm going to be missing you, but I need to love you every second while you're still here. Path, you say I'm stronger than you, so let me protect you. It must be hard carrying the whole world on your shoulders." The violet-eyed male said softly.
"If you really love me, prove it. Tell me everything. Yell at me if you need to get something out. If you choose to be antisocial, well.." Edge grinned broadly. "I broke that wall once, and I'll break it again if I have to! This fighting isn't good for us,or for our kids. But I won't stop bugging you until you let me in! You of all people should know how dtermined I can be! If things get rough, cry on my shoulder. If life gets too hard to hold onto, hold my hand instead. If you're ever down, just tell me, and..." Looped his arms around the dragon, hugging him warmly. "And I'll do my very best to make you feel better I promise!"
He then pulled away, holding Path's hands and kissing his knuckles. "So what if I uses to be a dragon? I'll only leave if you want me to." He paused, and chuckled. "Actually, scratch that. You're stuck with me!" He looked down quickly. "I'm sorry. I've apologized before, but I want to make sure I clear everything up. I'm sorry for taking control of you. I'm sorry that I kissed Sleipnir . And I'm so, so, so sorry I yelled at you. But there is one thing... I will never apologize for." He smiled, a tear threatening to fall down his cheek. "That I broke my jetpack and almost go killed. Because I met the love of my life that day."
He then brought their lips together, breathing a toxin into Path's mouth. It had no tongue, no saliva, and no teeth. Just a quick exchange of breath. "Swallow it. I noticed you were feeling faint. That has some pretty strong antibodies that should help you out. Let me protect you, too! Let me fight alongside you, Path!" He held his tongue. "There will be a war soon. I don't want to be on the opposite side of you, but if I feel you're not listening to me, I'll... I'll go crazy! Please, let me see you cry. I want to make sure you still have a soul." He grinned sadly.
"I'm not something you need to protect, Path. Do you not trust my words? You do not believe everything I'm saying to you? We don't have much time together, and we both know it. You're really old... and I can't die. I'm going to be missing you, but I need to love you every second while you're still here. Path, you say I'm stronger than you, so let me protect you. It must be hard carrying the whole world on your shoulders." The violet-eyed male said softly.
"If you really love me, prove it. Tell me everything. Yell at me if you need to get something out. If you choose to be antisocial, well.." Edge grinned broadly. "I broke that wall once, and I'll break it again if I have to! This fighting isn't good for us,or for our kids. But I won't stop bugging you until you let me in! You of all people should know how dtermined I can be! If things get rough, cry on my shoulder. If life gets too hard to hold onto, hold my hand instead. If you're ever down, just tell me, and..." Looped his arms around the dragon, hugging him warmly. "And I'll do my very best to make you feel better I promise!"
He then pulled away, holding Path's hands and kissing his knuckles. "So what if I uses to be a dragon? I'll only leave if you want me to." He paused, and chuckled. "Actually, scratch that. You're stuck with me!" He looked down quickly. "I'm sorry. I've apologized before, but I want to make sure I clear everything up. I'm sorry for taking control of you. I'm sorry that I kissed Sleipnir . And I'm so, so, so sorry I yelled at you. But there is one thing... I will never apologize for." He smiled, a tear threatening to fall down his cheek. "That I broke my jetpack and almost go killed. Because I met the love of my life that day."
He then brought their lips together, breathing a toxin into Path's mouth. It had no tongue, no saliva, and no teeth. Just a quick exchange of breath. "Swallow it. I noticed you were feeling faint. That has some pretty strong antibodies that should help you out. Let me protect you, too! Let me fight alongside you, Path!" He held his tongue. "There will be a war soon. I don't want to be on the opposite side of you, but if I feel you're not listening to me, I'll... I'll go crazy! Please, let me see you cry. I want to make sure you still have a soul." He grinned sadly.
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