Hey, sorry for the crazy delay. The holidays are about to kill me, I swear.
I'm hoping things will quiet down soon and I can reply more frequently. But I'll try to get a reply up either today or tomorrow.
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Sorry it's so late, and rather short, but I replied finally. Sorry about the delay D:
Rhea shifted uncomfortably as the short man waddled down the hall and out of sight, leaving her alone with the unimpressed devil in front of her. She scrutinized him up and down. Even in his casual state, his clothes were made of finer cloth than she'd ever owned in her lifetime. He seemed relatively young, around her age? It surprised her, she'd expected an older man barking orders at her.
His age did no favors when it came to the confused, sour look that crossed his face as he'd surveyed her, however. He leaned against the door and motioned her in, as though she were carrying in a piece of new furniture. Pushing the unease away at the sight of his bed, and what duties she would be tasked to perform, she returned his request with a scowl. She'd nearly had enough of this already - his title meant little beyond her exhaustion.
"Is there something wrong with your purchase, Your Highness?" she asked cynically, planting her feet defiantly.
His age did no favors when it came to the confused, sour look that crossed his face as he'd surveyed her, however. He leaned against the door and motioned her in, as though she were carrying in a piece of new furniture. Pushing the unease away at the sight of his bed, and what duties she would be tasked to perform, she returned his request with a scowl. She'd nearly had enough of this already - his title meant little beyond her exhaustion.
"Is there something wrong with your purchase, Your Highness?" she asked cynically, planting her feet defiantly.
Ugh, I know. Half the time I can't see the site at all.
Looks awesome! Like I said, I'm sorry if my post will be a lot shorter now, I try not to go too far ahead into interaction so your character has time to respond lol.
Work's been kicking my ass, but I'll try to get a reply up tonight :)
Looks awesome! Like I said, I'm sorry if my post will be a lot shorter now, I try not to go too far ahead into interaction so your character has time to respond lol.
Work's been kicking my ass, but I'll try to get a reply up tonight :)
Thanks! :)
No worries. And my replies will probably get shorter from here as interaction happens, I just tend to write 23948 words with intros LOL
No worries. And my replies will probably get shorter from here as interaction happens, I just tend to write 23948 words with intros LOL
Posted! Hope it looks ok.
Two days. It had taken two days for their shambling prison to cart them across the countryside. The guards had been courteous enough to toss enough stale bread and putrid water to keep their wards alive, and yet even so the Gorman prisoners were in a pitiful state. Twice the prisoners had attempted some form of conversation to pass the long journey. Both incidents resulted in additional discoloration on their skin. Rhea didn't even recognize her fellow captives.
When she could finally hear the bustling masses as their caravan entered the city, Rhea's stomach turned. Despite her mind telling her to keep her eyes averted, she couldn't help but look with disgust into the crowds. Where she'd hoped to find even one face offering pity, she only found round cheering faces pressing in to get a closer look, each hooting and hollering. Women giggled behind feathered fans, while the men with round faces pressed to look closer, licking their lips as though looking upon a feast. It made Rhea's skin crawl.
She finally looked away as the carriage slowed, her gaze locking to the ropes bound around her wrists. She didn't even bother struggling as she was hauled to her feet and towards the stage. She knew their were guards and prying eyes in every direction; any attempt to fight would be useless. One by one the announcer gleefully sold off the lives of the people around her. Her gut again twisted when the sobbing woman she'd sat beside during most of their journey was hauled off to a heavyset man with grey hair. Part of her hoped as time went on that she would be left without a buyer, perhaps given the mercy of a quick hanging instead.
Rhea mentally cursed to herself. No. Getting home to her brothers was her only priority.
When she was the last to stand on the stage, a smaller man pushed his way through the animated crowds, but she could hardly bring herself to pay attention. So he was her owner. Her eyes darkly surveyed the bag of gold supposedly meant for her. At least she was apparently worth a pretty penny, she thought bitterly to herself. A brief hope shined when she thought of escaping once left alone with the man, but the knight's company quickly squashed that thought --
She stopped, her mind catching up to the situation. Did the man say the king?
Rhea swallowed hard as the pair led her to another carriage, one much finer and marked with emblem she had come to despise, the emblem of a man that had terrorized her people far before she had even been born. She swore she could taste poison on her dry tongue. Perhaps her thoughts began mirroring onto her face, for the knight's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword where it rested at his side.
Her mind was a blur as they made their way to the castle, until she was finally dragged out of the carriage once more. When she looked upon the king, her skin felt as though it turned to ice. He looked her up and down as they approached, as casually as though choosing his morning's bread. She had to purse her cracked lips to silence herself when he gave his approval, sending her off to whatever bastard son he'd bought her for without a second glance.
The pudgy man reached out for her arm to lead her away once they were again alone, but Rhea yanked her tied wrists away, glaring icily at the short man. "Do not touch me," she spat venomously. Running had yet to be an option and her insubordination would have led to a beating with any of the guards; but at least she could take out her resentment on this stubby man as all he could do was furrow his brow indignantly. Making sure she followed, Esben began making his way down the grand hallway.
"Such crude behavior won't be tolerated, you know. Now that you're here, you must begin to adapt to life in the castle," Esben began to chat busily. "You shall address the regent prince as 'Your Highness' or 'Your Grace', nothing less. Do not maintain eye contact with any of the royal family. You may only speak when spoken to, of course. When entering a room, you must--"
The man continued on dutifully, glancing to the side every now and again to ensure she was still there. Rhea only somewhat listened as he prattled, trying to memorize the hallways as best she could, trying to find any direct routes back into the courtyard, where maybe she could --
"And here we are," Esben finally announced, stopping in front of a large oak door. The man nervously knocked. "Your Highness? I have brought a gift from your father."
When she could finally hear the bustling masses as their caravan entered the city, Rhea's stomach turned. Despite her mind telling her to keep her eyes averted, she couldn't help but look with disgust into the crowds. Where she'd hoped to find even one face offering pity, she only found round cheering faces pressing in to get a closer look, each hooting and hollering. Women giggled behind feathered fans, while the men with round faces pressed to look closer, licking their lips as though looking upon a feast. It made Rhea's skin crawl.
She finally looked away as the carriage slowed, her gaze locking to the ropes bound around her wrists. She didn't even bother struggling as she was hauled to her feet and towards the stage. She knew their were guards and prying eyes in every direction; any attempt to fight would be useless. One by one the announcer gleefully sold off the lives of the people around her. Her gut again twisted when the sobbing woman she'd sat beside during most of their journey was hauled off to a heavyset man with grey hair. Part of her hoped as time went on that she would be left without a buyer, perhaps given the mercy of a quick hanging instead.
Rhea mentally cursed to herself. No. Getting home to her brothers was her only priority.
When she was the last to stand on the stage, a smaller man pushed his way through the animated crowds, but she could hardly bring herself to pay attention. So he was her owner. Her eyes darkly surveyed the bag of gold supposedly meant for her. At least she was apparently worth a pretty penny, she thought bitterly to herself. A brief hope shined when she thought of escaping once left alone with the man, but the knight's company quickly squashed that thought --
She stopped, her mind catching up to the situation. Did the man say the king?
Rhea swallowed hard as the pair led her to another carriage, one much finer and marked with emblem she had come to despise, the emblem of a man that had terrorized her people far before she had even been born. She swore she could taste poison on her dry tongue. Perhaps her thoughts began mirroring onto her face, for the knight's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword where it rested at his side.
Her mind was a blur as they made their way to the castle, until she was finally dragged out of the carriage once more. When she looked upon the king, her skin felt as though it turned to ice. He looked her up and down as they approached, as casually as though choosing his morning's bread. She had to purse her cracked lips to silence herself when he gave his approval, sending her off to whatever bastard son he'd bought her for without a second glance.
The pudgy man reached out for her arm to lead her away once they were again alone, but Rhea yanked her tied wrists away, glaring icily at the short man. "Do not touch me," she spat venomously. Running had yet to be an option and her insubordination would have led to a beating with any of the guards; but at least she could take out her resentment on this stubby man as all he could do was furrow his brow indignantly. Making sure she followed, Esben began making his way down the grand hallway.
"Such crude behavior won't be tolerated, you know. Now that you're here, you must begin to adapt to life in the castle," Esben began to chat busily. "You shall address the regent prince as 'Your Highness' or 'Your Grace', nothing less. Do not maintain eye contact with any of the royal family. You may only speak when spoken to, of course. When entering a room, you must--"
The man continued on dutifully, glancing to the side every now and again to ensure she was still there. Rhea only somewhat listened as he prattled, trying to memorize the hallways as best she could, trying to find any direct routes back into the courtyard, where maybe she could --
"And here we are," Esben finally announced, stopping in front of a large oak door. The man nervously knocked. "Your Highness? I have brought a gift from your father."
That's fine with me :) Working on my reply now
Rhea
Age: 23
Personality: Independent and brash, Rhea has until this point enjoyed a life of freedom and simple comforts living just outside the castle as the daughter of the king's horsemaster. Can be hot-tempered, childish, and stubborn to a fault - she likes getting the last word in an argument. Her father tended to comment she was the filly that couldn't be tamed. Has an ingrained sense of duty to protecting her family and those less fortunate.
Other: Rhea helped raise her younger brother Jevan after the loss of her mother to the war when she was younger, with the help of her older brother Carden. She was captured when helping her father move some of the army's horses to another city. Having no trained combat skills, she was separated from her father and their other workers in the attack. She has yet to learn what happened to them or send word to her brothers. She is highly skilled with caring for and riding horses and enjoys the company of animals in general - terrified of snakes, though. Has a light scar on her chin and a long, deeper one on her forearm from the day enemy soldiers attacked and killed her mother.
Hey everyone! A bit new here, and it's been a while since I've written. Trying to get back into the swing of it. :)
I'm hoping to find someone who will play a male character in a M/F pairing. I'm into cheesy stuff, so I was thinking having a plot something along the lines of a nobleman/prince/knight/etc having to travel with a slave/servant/commoner/elf/etc on a dangerous journey, and the two originally hate each other but eventually come to care for one another, which is heavily frowned upon. I'm pretty flexible with plot ideas, so we can hash things out if you're interested. Regardless, I still enjoy cheesy plots and romance. I'm over 18 and willing to write smut, if that's something you'd want to include.
My life is pretty hectic right now with work and family issues, among other things. So there will be times when I may reply 5 times in a day if you do, and there will be times when I can't reply for a few days. I'm looking for someone who's flexible, where we can both understand that we'll reply when we can. Long-term, relaxed RPs are the best to me.
As far as length goes, I usually reply 1-2 short paragraphs at minimum to upwards of 7-8 behemoth paragraphs, depending on the situation and interaction, and can get pretty flowery and long-winded with description. I'm not looking for a grammar/spelling-fanatic that will write pages and pages, but I do like having thorough interactions and descriptions, and a minimum amount of errors. :)
If you're interested, feel free to PM or post any questions that you have. I'm probably only going to start one RP right now, but if one falls through I can message the next person.
Thanks!
Vee
I'm hoping to find someone who will play a male character in a M/F pairing. I'm into cheesy stuff, so I was thinking having a plot something along the lines of a nobleman/prince/knight/etc having to travel with a slave/servant/commoner/elf/etc on a dangerous journey, and the two originally hate each other but eventually come to care for one another, which is heavily frowned upon. I'm pretty flexible with plot ideas, so we can hash things out if you're interested. Regardless, I still enjoy cheesy plots and romance. I'm over 18 and willing to write smut, if that's something you'd want to include.
My life is pretty hectic right now with work and family issues, among other things. So there will be times when I may reply 5 times in a day if you do, and there will be times when I can't reply for a few days. I'm looking for someone who's flexible, where we can both understand that we'll reply when we can. Long-term, relaxed RPs are the best to me.
As far as length goes, I usually reply 1-2 short paragraphs at minimum to upwards of 7-8 behemoth paragraphs, depending on the situation and interaction, and can get pretty flowery and long-winded with description. I'm not looking for a grammar/spelling-fanatic that will write pages and pages, but I do like having thorough interactions and descriptions, and a minimum amount of errors. :)
If you're interested, feel free to PM or post any questions that you have. I'm probably only going to start one RP right now, but if one falls through I can message the next person.
Thanks!
Vee
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