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I think for my post I'll sort of leave out Isard for now since I can't think of anything for him at the moment. I'll try to get a post up tonight but I don't know if I would be able to.
Fili smiled lightly at his brother before climbing onto his own pony. It was as dark as night with white socks on its front legs. The pony's mane and tail had been braided one day when Fili had gotten bored on their last hunting trip and needless to say it had stayed in that fashion ever since. "You know, Kee, the last time we went without you it felt weird..."He admitted, Fili always hated leaving Kili behind and most often than not he wouldn't leave anywhere without his brother. Only when his mother pushed him to leave without Kili he would.
As they rode their ponies through the streets that soon gave way to the forest, Fili couldn't help but think of his Amad. She was so kind and loving; it didn't seem fair that her husband had been killed far too young. Fili couldn't remember much about his father but many said he resembled him greatly. He did remember when his Amad had cried and cried in the days and weeks that followed; Fili had been younger, much younger when that had happened. Ever since that day he hated to see his mother cry.
Things fell quiet between the trio as they went farther and farther from home.
As they rode their ponies through the streets that soon gave way to the forest, Fili couldn't help but think of his Amad. She was so kind and loving; it didn't seem fair that her husband had been killed far too young. Fili couldn't remember much about his father but many said he resembled him greatly. He did remember when his Amad had cried and cried in the days and weeks that followed; Fili had been younger, much younger when that had happened. Ever since that day he hated to see his mother cry.
Things fell quiet between the trio as they went farther and farther from home.
Alright. I didn't know if my post was good enough to allow you to respond to ;_;
Also yay~ Graduation stuff is always fun.
Also yay~ Graduation stuff is always fun.
D: Should I edit my post or do you think a time skip to the next day or something would work?
Fili smiled at their mother, thinking that she was going to give him the small folded bundle of their lunch. Sadly, Dis handed the bundle to her brother, she hugged Thorin around his waist. He was fourteen years older than her, by the standards of men that was a long time between children. They grew closer after the death of their brother Frerin, and when Dis married and started a family of her own. Thorin had been all that was left of their family until Fili and Kili had been born. "You keep my boys safe, brother." A threat went unspoken as Dis bent to the levels of her sons and scooped them into her arms.
Fili giggled lightly as his mother's facial hair tickled his cheeks. "We'll be alright Amad, we'll bring you some big rabbit to cook, we promise!" He beamed. Fili hugged Dis and his brother, it was how they always hugged. Dis kissed her boys on the cheeks and smiled widely.
"Alright, you boys bring me back some rabbits, or even a bird or two."
She sent them on their way with their Uncle, sending a sad smile at the thought of her boys going hunting. It wasn't that she didn't want them to learn to hunt, she did, just Dis hadn't felt like she spent enough time with her boys during the week. Dis didn't hunt, it was a fun sport but it just wasn't something that she found enjoyable. She liked to adventure around and explore new things and in her youth that was her favorite activity to do.
Fili nudged his brother lightly, "When we get home you can tall me about your nightmare, alright?" he said softly, "And remember Kee, nothing is going to happen to you in your nightmares, Amad won't allow it."
Fili giggled lightly as his mother's facial hair tickled his cheeks. "We'll be alright Amad, we'll bring you some big rabbit to cook, we promise!" He beamed. Fili hugged Dis and his brother, it was how they always hugged. Dis kissed her boys on the cheeks and smiled widely.
"Alright, you boys bring me back some rabbits, or even a bird or two."
She sent them on their way with their Uncle, sending a sad smile at the thought of her boys going hunting. It wasn't that she didn't want them to learn to hunt, she did, just Dis hadn't felt like she spent enough time with her boys during the week. Dis didn't hunt, it was a fun sport but it just wasn't something that she found enjoyable. She liked to adventure around and explore new things and in her youth that was her favorite activity to do.
Fili nudged his brother lightly, "When we get home you can tall me about your nightmare, alright?" he said softly, "And remember Kee, nothing is going to happen to you in your nightmares, Amad won't allow it."
“I will call for guards to take her for a proper burial, and to dispose of the bodies of the other men.” Loria informed her brother; he leaned heavily on her as they walked. His hand was now wrapped in a scrap of her shirt and his blood decorated her clothing like it appeared on his clothing. Halfway into the castle she yelled for help, the guards swarmed them quickly. Kalon was taken away from her and whisked into the healing wing. She refused to let them take the Princess away though; Loria needed the girl to see her father for it might have been her last chance. Gripping the girl’s hand in hers, Loria walked at a quick pace down the long corridor and through several more to reach the chambers of the King.
“Your grace,” she bowed as she let go of Estelle’s hand. “I have troubling news. We were attacked in the gardens, Kalon lost a finger and a half and the servant girl of your daughter was killed.”
The King looked from the Graceling to his daughter before looking back to the Graceling again. “What else?”
“It came to me in a vision, that Kalon was to be killed today, that there would be men invading your gardens.” Loria said, going into detail about her visions. It became clear to the king that perhaps the army hadn’t stopped at night, or that Loria had been wrong about their distance. He knew that his meant saying goodbye to his daughter, his precious daughter. Loria stepped out of the room to give them a moment to say goodbye.
She ventured off in search of the room her brother was in.
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Kalon had been given a foul smelling and bitter purple liquid to numb his pain. It made his legs feel like jelly and it made his head spin as they worked on his hand. His ring finger had been cut off just before the largest knuckle and his pinky had been severed right down to the hand. Well there had been a little stump that they had removed. Kalon was given a large, thick strip of leather to bite as they burned his wounds closed. The healers quickly applied a thick, waxy ointment onto his hand and wrapped it in cloth bandages.
(Sorry that this one is so short.)
“Your grace,” she bowed as she let go of Estelle’s hand. “I have troubling news. We were attacked in the gardens, Kalon lost a finger and a half and the servant girl of your daughter was killed.”
The King looked from the Graceling to his daughter before looking back to the Graceling again. “What else?”
“It came to me in a vision, that Kalon was to be killed today, that there would be men invading your gardens.” Loria said, going into detail about her visions. It became clear to the king that perhaps the army hadn’t stopped at night, or that Loria had been wrong about their distance. He knew that his meant saying goodbye to his daughter, his precious daughter. Loria stepped out of the room to give them a moment to say goodbye.
She ventured off in search of the room her brother was in.
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Kalon had been given a foul smelling and bitter purple liquid to numb his pain. It made his legs feel like jelly and it made his head spin as they worked on his hand. His ring finger had been cut off just before the largest knuckle and his pinky had been severed right down to the hand. Well there had been a little stump that they had removed. Kalon was given a large, thick strip of leather to bite as they burned his wounds closed. The healers quickly applied a thick, waxy ointment onto his hand and wrapped it in cloth bandages.
(Sorry that this one is so short.)
Sorry this post is so short.
”By your standards, the ones that you have been taught by the adults that once served in the lands of my people, I am a monster; Anyone could brand you a monster when you are defending your home, family and life.” he said. Isard sighed; he didn’t know how heavily the tangled history between his people and hers had been altered. It was easy to edit out parts in order to make yourself look better.
”When you were a child you approached my cage curiously. You were the first to show me any sort of…well, anything different than what I have been accustomed to. The guard that had been standing watch in front of my home has been executed, under the orders of your parents simply for talking to me and bringing me bits of food here and there.” Part of Isard wanted to break the princess, to teach her a lesson in what her parents and people really were. But there was that small section of him that seen her as that curious, harmless child from all of those years ago who had openly approached his cage. The man shifted uncomfortably, when was the last time that he stood? The cage didn’t allow him the liberty of standing, well he could kneel but that just wasn’t the same. He missed being able to works the knots from his legs by walking around.
”Is that really fair that he had to die for just telling me of himself, while you are here talking to me? If your parents really wanted to make an example that talking to me deserves death then they should kill you as they have him.” Isard was bitter, so very bitter that it reached down into his core. He hated the King and Queen, he hated the people of their kingdom and well, he hated the Princess for standing by when she could have done something. It really was not fair in his eyes that his favorite human had to be killed when the black haired Princess was standing before him and doing the same as the guard. He had never talked do much to anyone during his imprisonment here, his throat was beginning to ache and he was growing more and more furious with the presence of the girl. She was a product of those two, those whose war crimes far outnumbered his.
The men and Alee packed away their new supplies within the leather bags they kept hidden under their cloaks. Looking to the castle walls they could see the severed head of a recently killed man being placed on a pike. One of the men made a low grunt in the back of his throat as they followed after the female. She approached the bottom of the castle walls, a distance away so she would not come into contact with the crowd that had gathered there.
”THIS MAN WAS CAUGHT FRATERNIZING WITH A WEREWOLF! LETS THIS BE A WARNING TO YOU ALL! HE WAS A TRAITOR TO THE KINGDOM AND DESEREVED TO DIE!” One of the guards yelled, his clothing was richly decorated compared to those of the other guards that stood around, marking him as close to the King and Queen.
The crowd began to mumble and a cry rang out as a woman collapsed to her knees, crying at the sight and news of her son’s death.
”And they call us monsters…”Alee said as she turned from the wall. The men followed after her quietly. The men were on guard, one could never be too careful in a place where shakedowns were quite the norm. It was the way of the King and Queen to find any rats among their mice. Once they had been given away by an informant, someone who kept an eye and ear out for werewolves in hiding. The informant has been threatened with death and had spilled the beans faster than a man could run.
”When you were a child you approached my cage curiously. You were the first to show me any sort of…well, anything different than what I have been accustomed to. The guard that had been standing watch in front of my home has been executed, under the orders of your parents simply for talking to me and bringing me bits of food here and there.” Part of Isard wanted to break the princess, to teach her a lesson in what her parents and people really were. But there was that small section of him that seen her as that curious, harmless child from all of those years ago who had openly approached his cage. The man shifted uncomfortably, when was the last time that he stood? The cage didn’t allow him the liberty of standing, well he could kneel but that just wasn’t the same. He missed being able to works the knots from his legs by walking around.
”Is that really fair that he had to die for just telling me of himself, while you are here talking to me? If your parents really wanted to make an example that talking to me deserves death then they should kill you as they have him.” Isard was bitter, so very bitter that it reached down into his core. He hated the King and Queen, he hated the people of their kingdom and well, he hated the Princess for standing by when she could have done something. It really was not fair in his eyes that his favorite human had to be killed when the black haired Princess was standing before him and doing the same as the guard. He had never talked do much to anyone during his imprisonment here, his throat was beginning to ache and he was growing more and more furious with the presence of the girl. She was a product of those two, those whose war crimes far outnumbered his.
The men and Alee packed away their new supplies within the leather bags they kept hidden under their cloaks. Looking to the castle walls they could see the severed head of a recently killed man being placed on a pike. One of the men made a low grunt in the back of his throat as they followed after the female. She approached the bottom of the castle walls, a distance away so she would not come into contact with the crowd that had gathered there.
”THIS MAN WAS CAUGHT FRATERNIZING WITH A WEREWOLF! LETS THIS BE A WARNING TO YOU ALL! HE WAS A TRAITOR TO THE KINGDOM AND DESEREVED TO DIE!” One of the guards yelled, his clothing was richly decorated compared to those of the other guards that stood around, marking him as close to the King and Queen.
The crowd began to mumble and a cry rang out as a woman collapsed to her knees, crying at the sight and news of her son’s death.
”And they call us monsters…”Alee said as she turned from the wall. The men followed after her quietly. The men were on guard, one could never be too careful in a place where shakedowns were quite the norm. It was the way of the King and Queen to find any rats among their mice. Once they had been given away by an informant, someone who kept an eye and ear out for werewolves in hiding. The informant has been threatened with death and had spilled the beans faster than a man could run.
Oh not it is fine :)
I'll have my post up in the next few days.
I'll have my post up in the next few days.
Alright.
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