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Feb 19 2018, 04:01 PM
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<div style="width: 395px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 115%">[/dohtml]It was as if the court had been cast in a spell, conjuring too many people with too many words to mingle together. The occasional glint of armor proved that not everyone there was of common decent, some were guards left around to keep everything in order. It was difficult to call anything about the affair orderly, with children running about in packs and adults drunkenly laughing. It was boisterous, as any festival was meant to be. Something had gone well enough to induce the celebrations, nothing that was obvious enough to the stranger in the crowd. He was easily picked out from the lack of attention to the events, the fire eater hardly getting a glance from the individual. His dress was odd, clothes dyed a pure black compared to the browns, tans, and blues most of the city's people wore.

The oddity didn't attract much attention, rather people moved farther from the man as they noticed him. He continued to slip through the crowds like a snake sliding through the grass. His approach lead him to the edge of the court celebrations, where vendors had sets up make shift booths in order to sell their quarries. Walking up to the one of the booths that had flowers laying in baskets, the stranger was met with the first man who tried to meet his gaze. The pair of optics was grey, almost white in color. They were a light contrast to the dark complexion of his skin. If the stranger hadn't smiled softly at the vendor's befuddlement, he might have been believed blind.

"A red rose, please." The stranger's voice was quiet and raspy, as if it wasn't used as much as it should be. When he spoke, the man kept his mouth as closed as possible, muffling his words even more. With a surprised blink, the vendor turned to fetch the object of request. "You know the rose is a sign of the Red King's court?" The stranger nodded slightly at the question he was asked but ushered no reply, leaving the vendor to continue on with his comments. "The King's son died earlier this month, said a member of the guard poisoned him in his sleep." He offered the rose across the table, squinting ever so slightly at the stranger who took it.

Regarding the rose with an almost delicate touch, the grey eyed man picked it up with a distant expression masking he's features. "The King has a bounty out for the murderer. They're even watching here, seeing as there was a plan to unite the two courts." The vendor shrugged, passing on his gossip with meaningless intend. The stranger slowly lifted his eyes from the flower to the man, smiling sadly. "I suppose we shall await the killer's execution." Setting a dirty gold coin on the table, the stranger turned and walked back into the crowd of dancing people.

If someone were to watch the dark head of hair slipping through the crowd, they might have noticed him wander to the other side of the celebrations, slinking into the shadows of the buildings like a dog in search of food. The red rose was gently pinched between two of his fingers, like a delicate weapon. The dog himself stayed with his back on one of the buildings, his gaze traveling to the glints of light that signaled armored guards of the royal family. He stayed there quietly in the shadows as the festival continued, his attention occasionally going to the rose he twisted between his fingers.
Feb 11 2018, 03:54 AM
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<div style="width: 395px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 115%">[/dohtml]A looming gateway stood before him, an entrance to old memories and old pains that he had no interest in revisiting. There were some snakes in the garden that one should leave be, the giant ones that bite and leave scars to remind you of your own stupidity. That was the word popping and exploding in his mind, a looming feeling of how idiotic he was to allow these events to unfold. Somehow his brain had approved of them, at some point in time this whole thing had seemed like a reasonable decision. Now, as he stood gawking at the doorway he regretted every choice that lead him to that exact moment.

The woman entrusted with his life wasn't aware of the nightmares hidden under lock and key, stuffed in the room behind the door he was watching. Left unaware of her vile offspring's occupancy and his lover's manipulated social profile, solely due to Taurus' secret keeping. He kept the truth from her to get the visitation approved, more worried about his companion's health then his own. Any of the one armed fiend's repressed anger would only be a repeated of some past abuse, like a skipping record of pain and anguish that Taurus already memorized.

Telling people things was not something he'd learned to do yet. He was conditioned to keep quiet, to shove his fear behind a nervous smile and a busy attitude . As long as he stayed out of trouble he didn't have to tell anyone anything. That's why he'd kept quiet about knowing where Coen was. The man's name still brought a cold feeling into the boy's chest, a gnawing that made him want to hide somewhere where people couldn't see him. Thinking of the creature once known as his guardian made him anxious, his heart jumping in fear. He remembered Coen covered in blood, teeth bared like a cornered animal before he vanished with a popping of noise. No one had seen a brunette man with one arm since then, leaving the Pennell boy to move in with his attacker's mother, a woman who was equally hurt by Coen's violent behavior. Letters with Winny had exposed the man's whereabouts, hiding with his blonde lover while everyone slowly forgot about him. Taurus didn't dare tell his Grandmother about it, afraid of seeing her worry herself in trying to fix a world with Coen in it. He left it be, like a spider crawling across his wall of life.

Fear was producing movement from the boy, his hands trembling like they used to when he was left in a house with the murderer. His knees were locked very still, his arms frozen at his side. The door knocker started at him with contempt, a lion's head ready to consume the sheepish boy before it. One might wonder if the lion would be the merciful fate. With a very slow movement, the brunette reached up to grasp the beast's ring. Taking in a breath too big for his lungs, he sounded the hollow noise to summon a door opener.

He was there solely for the pair of siblings that lived inside the house with the monsters. They didn't deserve a banishment to the underworld, but somehow it seemed like the children drew the short straw. Taurus worried for them both, too aware of the fate that could befall people behind closed doors. His heart was prepared to go out if Winny appeared wearing bruises like they were band aids. Until the door was opened, he wouldn't be sure of anyone's fate in or outside the house.
Jan 22 2018, 10:53 AM
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<td><div style="width: 300px; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; margin-top: -5px">Posting codes I randomly make along with the ones i might use. If you wanna use one just post here or pm me, i'll probably say yes if you ask permission first.
Jan 13 2018, 11:26 PM
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<td><div style="width: 350px; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; margin-top: -5px">it's been about three hundred years since i did any warriors characters but i'm getting an inclining so we're going to make an attempt. Using this thread to store all my random character notes and muse devices for this kid. Honestly i don't care if you track I need someone to bug my kiddos.
Jan 9 2018, 09:26 PM
The De'Ath family is a mess and there's murder kiddos coming in April so we need to outline what's going on with this family. Kind of so we write this down but also so everyone knows what's going on mkay <3

Coen & Belle's kids -
currently looking at two - four?
older face claim options we've thought of - Noah Schnapp, Kara Hayward, Alex Lawther, and Dafne Keen + David Anders for an adult version of one because this family is eccentric and grungy
names are all themed from something, we need ideas for that

additional side question of where did I end up shoving Coen, in jail or someone's basement and who ends up with all the children because yowza

+ anything else
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