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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Aug 20, 2012 22:29:39 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? She was getting terribly bored of waiting. A sigh escaped her as she tapped her foot against the ground for a moment, eyes narrowing each time a servant skirted around her and Larka as if they might bite. She held her tongue for the moment though, deciding to not strike out just quite yet. She was still embarrassed from that party at Camelot Castle. The nerve of half of those people at the party, telling her off right in front of everyone. When Aryenne had snapped at them, she didn't even think they had the nerve to do so. One of these days, the young girl was quite certain that she would have their heads for humiliating her like that. She would make certain it would happen.
Larka's head turned as she stared at an approaching horse and rider now. The movement had caught Aryenne's gaze as the rider, who turned out to be a woman, dismounted her horse and smoothed out her dress. She was pretty, probably adored by her people and everything else. A sigh escaped the young woman now, she knew what she was in for before even meeting the woman. Nonetheless, Aryenne did smile, merely because she could see the weariness in Princess Isadora's body language now, no doubt set on by the direwolf's presence. Larka continued to stare down the princess for a moment, "Larka, sit, don't scare our guest."
No sooner did the words escape her lips did the direwolf obey, "Lady Aryenne, I presume? It's lovely to meet you." A smile rested on her lips, "And a pleasure it is to meet you too, Princess Isadora," and she managed a curtsy. It killed Aryenne to be so civil at the moment, "I hope you do not fear her, my Lady. Direwolves can sense such things....would you care for any refreshments before we leave?" The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND? NOTES: |None| MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine| TAGS: |Isadora Theirin|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Aug 6, 2012 17:51:34 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? "Aryenne, we have told the Princess of Gwent that you will be escorting her around the Festivities for the week," her mother told her cooley. The teenager felt her jaw nearly drop as she stared at her parents, "You cannot be serious," why did she have to supervise some Princess? She wasn't from Camelot which made her hardly important in Aryenne's eyes, "Doesn't she have some stupid bucket head knight to do the job for her? Or better yet, I bet Arthur Pendragon would love to make a fool out of him-"
"Aryenne, hush," snapped her mother, sending a glare at her direction, her father only stared at her with cool eyes, and like always, she found them unreadable, "Gwent is a very powerful kingdom, relations are needed. Camelot is not the only stronghold. You seem to forget that everybody loves the Pendragons, and if anything were to happen, you would need friends in high places." Aryenne did nothing but glower at her parents, the druids hated the Pendragons, why couldn't they just go to them for help? Takeover required patience though, and the young girl was beginning to loathe it, patience at least.
So that was how she found herself standing outside her estate, waiting for the arrival of this Princess Isadora. The teenager had pulled her fine red hair into an exquisite braid and she had one of her best dresses on for the best impression. After all, Aryenne had to make sure to please her parents. The thought made her roll her eyes. Sitting down besides her was her direwolf, watching in boredom as their servants skirted around them, careful to not make any eye contact with the direwolf or it's master, or they would surely be in for a cruel game, "I wonder what this girl is like Larka, if she's anything like Lady Elenora," and Aryenne certainly delievered that with a sneer, "I may just lose my head."
Perhaps if she was lucky though, her reputation and sociopathic nature may have grown beyond the walls of Camelot and Princess Isadora would find herself a guide somewhere else. Or if she was truly lucky, then this Princesses might be more like her than the rest of the goodie toe shoes roaming Albion, such as like Lady Elenora. However though, Aryenne was willing to bet her direwolf though that sadly, it would not be the case. The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND? NOTES: |Sorry that took a bit, I was trying to get my muse flowing!| MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine| TAGS: |Isadora Theirin|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Jul 27, 2012 8:45:29 GMT -5
GAHHHH. Sorry for disapearing like that, we had a huge storm come through the area and knock out the power. But that sounds like a wonderful idea! I can start it since I took so long to get back to you!
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Jul 18, 2012 19:55:20 GMT -5
Oh excellent! I'm glad to hear that! I don't have any specific ideas right off the top of my head. I feel like generally characters are always bumping into each other at parties for introductions. But I think something where they are forced to entertain each other for the day might be rather interesting (but they really don't want to, their parents made them), maybe chisel it a little more. My ideas are always so broad, I'm not sure what works, but I'ms sure we can figure something out!
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Jul 17, 2012 19:40:04 GMT -5
Hi there! I would love to do a thread with you some time. I play Aryenne, she's sorta the Regina George of Mean Girls for the Merlin world, except she's just plain evil most of the time unless under the supervision of adults. Let me know if she would be the sort of girl you think you'd be interested in interacting with!
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Jun 30, 2012 22:50:20 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? The young noblewoman and her dire wolf continued to watch how the other lady was helping out the servant. It was so disgustingly sweet that it nearly made Aryenne wish to leave. Instead though, she merely leered at the other woman now. Lady Elenora was older than her by a few years, but she did not care much for respecting her 'elders' if they were being awfully stupid. Actually, Aryenne wasn't one for respecting anybody unless she was under the careful scrutiny of her parents, but even then, they barely had a tight rein on her, well at least, her mother most certainly did not, "No, it is not my job. But that doesn't mean that I should be so uncaring and unkind."
The words caused her to roll her eyes, and she certainly didn't bother hiding it, "I don't see your point," she replied lazily. Well, she did, but she refused to listen to it. There was nothing interesting in being nice, or really socializing with other people. Aryenne did it when she was forced to, or if the occasion called for it. Either way, clearly Lady Elenora was high and mighty, just like Arthur. Gods, she wondered if they were best friends or something. That would only make her hate her even more though then she already did, first impressions were everything after all. She watched as the other woman talked to the servant and he said his thanks.
"It was no problem," she heard Lady Elenora say, "I, unlike others, are not unkind or insensitive." Aryenne nearly gasped as she glanced back at Elenora now, her eyes narrowing, "If you're going to insult me, be a lady and do it to my face," the young woman snarled, "Unless you cannot handle shut matters, then you should just stay out of them." The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND? NOTES: |None | MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine| TAGS: | Elenora l
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on May 31, 2012 20:13:33 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Aryenne was still laughing at the mess that the servant had made. She might have tried to stifle her fit of giggles if her parents were around, but they weren't, and therefore, Aryenne could behave however she wished and that usually did not bode well for those of a lesser class, or even those on her equal. The young and only daughter of the Dracoses' had grown up spoiled and entitled and developed a wicked personality to match. Even her direwolf seemed to wear a smug look across it's maw as it stared with it's amber eyes at the fallen servant, "I know our servants would never be so clumsy," Aryenne spoke loudly now, her eyes still maliciously looking at the servant now, but their servants had to put up with her, so perhaps they were always on guard. Many of them were more terrified of her than her parents and Larka combined.
Somebody was coming over now, and Aryenne glanced to see a Lady Elenora come to acutally help the servant, "Here, let me help you." She pratically scoffed at the idea and rolled her eyes at the Lady's arrival and actions now, helping the servant, "I'ts not your job to do that," she replied now, "Or would you rather be in his class?" she asked. She certainly was not holding her mouth back tonight, after all, it was foolish for somebody of noble blood to pick up after a servant's mess. Lady Elenora shot her a look now, a heated look and it was one that drew a leer from Aryenne as stared back at her now, "What?" she demanded now, Larka herself letting out a slight snort. The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND? NOTES: |rawr | MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine| TAGS: | Elenora l
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on May 15, 2012 22:25:18 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Ugh, she did not wish to be here. Parties were always fun, but when they were in Camelot Castle and not at her own manner, Aryenne found them quite a bore. The servants were lousy, although, all servants were lousy. She stared up at the castle for a moment before glancing down at her direwolf, "Larka, why are we even here right now?" she would just cut out, like any sensible person would do but Aryenne knew that her parents would find out, and then she would be in trouble with not just her mother, but her father as well, so she was stuck visiting this dance. At least her dress was expensive and pretty. Heaving a sigh now, Aryenne just spoke, "Come on Larka, let's go," and with that, they headed into the castle.
Upon entering the ballroom though, there was a disturbance, "I'm sorry Lady Dracose, but you cannot bring your animal in."
Her eyes widen and she just stared at the guard, "Excuse me? She's not just some common animal, she's a direwolf and is worth more than you're miserable life! How dare you tell me that I can't bring her in," sensing her stress, Larka let out a low growl now. The man glanced at the direwolf for a moment and then back to Aryenne, if looks could kill, he would be dead, "I..I'm sorry miss," and moved, allowing her to pass. Aryenne moved in now, but she still bumped into him, and Larka took a snap but didn't make any contact before they were into the part, and she already wanted to yawn, "How...dreadful," she muttered, glancing around for familiar faces.
But then again, she hated all of the familiar faces here and she just pushed herself through the crowds, Larka hot on her heels as they traveled around the ball room. She said her pained hellos to those who did greeted her, mostly people trying to get to her parents. They were one of the oldest bloodlines within Camelot, she could not blame them. There was clatter of something and Aryenne glanced over now to see a servant had dropped glasses all over the floor, their contents spilled. Laughter bubbled out of her now as she stared at the Servant, "Oh look, Larka, looks like their provided entertainment as well, stupid servants," perhaps this night wouldn't be so dull after all. The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND? NOTES: |rawr | MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine| TAGS: | Elenora l
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on May 13, 2012 20:30:18 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Larka was pushing down on the cat, the animal yowling and clawing at the ground trying to escape, but it was all in vein. Stupid animal, it deserved such a death for startling her like that. She could have ruined her dress when she stumbled back, it was quite a miracle that she did not fall on her bum and thank the heavens that she didn’t. If she did, there would have been hell to pay, but Aryenne supposed that was the case at the moment. The cat was going to die, and good riddance anyways, strays were such a disgrace to the animal society, the only animals that should be around should be the ones that that come from high standing families like her own, “Finish it, Larka,” Aryenne encouraged as her direwolf snarled at the cat, drowning out it’s yowls and her direwolf’s jaws opened, but soon stopped. Something caught her direwolf’s attention, and Larka glanced up now, a growl escaping her as somebody appeared.
“Excuse me, my Lady,” came a voice now and Aryenne glanced from Larka to this stranger addressing her, although, it was no stranger at all. It was Sir Percival, one of Arthur Pendragon’s knights. As if there wasn’t enough to loath about this night already, now she had this individual to deal with. She had no idea as to why he was a knight, after all, the man had been nothing more than a mere commoner. God, how Arthur Pendragon was just ruining a perfectly good system, only another reason to add to the list as to why she could not stand him, and she doubted that anybody in his company would be any better, “Whatever the cat has done to you to deserve such cruelty? It is completely helpless against your wolf,” well, she supposed that was the point in having a direwolf, now was it? But Aryenne held her tone right now, her eyes glancing towards Larka for a moment, “Please, my lady, leave the cat be.”
That wasn’t a suggestion, it was a demand, and nobody told Aryenne Dracose what to do, especially a commoner knight. Her father was one of the most notable noblemen in Albion, and if not the richest as well. Techically, they should be on the throne, not those stupid Pendragons, “This cat,” Aryenne started now, her voice filled with attitude, “Had the audacity to startle me. I could have ruin my dress when I tripped from it’s silly little scare attack. I think it deserves a lesson,” the young girl concluded, “And, you cannot simply boss me around. Do you know whose daughter I am, knight? I’m Lir Dracose’s daughter.”
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Apr 15, 2012 11:49:05 GMT -5
Hello Nora,
I would love to have a thread with you as well. I'm not really sure what they can do, maybe meet at a social gathering or something. Aryenne's rather immature so it would be curious to see them interact. Let me know!
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 18, 2012 18:27:57 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? She didn't feel like going back home and well, she shouldn't. She was of a noble line, a old line as old as Camelot and well, why should she be one to be restricted by the rules as if she were no more than a common peasant? Aryenne Dracose hated the rules, and well, rules were meant to be broken, especially when they were enforced by the one Arthur Pendragon's rule. Honestly, she could not believe that he was king now, or the fact that his queen had been nothing more than a mere servant girl, who, by the way, had her own flirtatious moment. The world simply was not functioning properly any more by her standards, and it never was by her family's. If anything, the Dracose's should be the ones sitting on the throne, not the Pendragons.
But there was nothing that Aryenne could do about it right now, other than break the rules. They were meant to be broken anyways and if anybody thought that they were going to tell her otherwise, well, they certainly had it coming. The streets were quiet and it seemed that everyone and their mother was obeying the curfew for not a soul was out that Aryenne could see other than her direwolf, Larka, walking along besides her. The lights were out from the windows of the common people as the only things that seemed to be able to light the way were the fires that were set up along the boundaries of the wall, “Can you believe how boring it is here, Larka?” she asked her wolf now, the tone of her voice spelling out everything for the wolf who padded along besides her.
The entertainment was gone, or well, she had ditched it. She often got fed up with the servants that she brought into Camelot. They were stupid and didn’t seem to grasp hold of anything that she said, not at least without stuttering and flinching at everything. Everything was fun and games, and Aryenne enjoyed toying with them, but every once in a while, she just liked to ditch them and allow them to go sniveling back to her parents to explain how they managed to lose their daughter in within Camelot’s walls, their estate being too far off to go back to without horses. Aryenne had been lost in her boredom that she didn’t even see the cat that screeched at her. A startled yell escaped her as she stumbled back, “That mangy animal, get it Larka!”
Larka pounced, slamming down on the cat so quickly as she let out an ugly snarl and all what Aryenne did now was laugh as the cat tried to escape when it clearly was about to meet it’s end. The one who CREEPS in corridors,
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Dec 20, 2011 21:44:49 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Normally, Aryenne would find this visit to Gawant to be a terrible bore. After all, this was Elena we were talking about. The girl tended to be a total mess. Then again, people have said that she had changed in her looks and manner ever since that near faithful day where she had almost married Arthur Pendragon. Honestly, those two together, she could not imagine it. Probably the only thing that they had in common were dead parents. But of course, today was different for her, and Aryenne knew of one thing that would make this entire day entertaining for her: what happened yesterday at Camelot and she could not wait to tell Elena about it. After all, Elena and Arthur were friends. What better way than to spend a day telling a princess that her friend made a terrible choice in a girl.
Not only that, it was just fun to berate the prince, er, well, now King, in many different ways. After all, it was no secret that the two of them did not get along. Besides, she could not wait to see the look on her face when she told her of the news. That was the whole point of this visit after all, for she was certain that Elena had been surprised by Aryenne's wanting to visit her. Although, best to not push the princess too much, after all, she liked to ride horses. The thought alone made her crunch her nose as she glanced over at her direwolf now, sitting in the coach with her, "We better not have to ride today Larka, horses are so smelly." And of course, they were probably Elena's favorite animal too, evidently that girl was always around them.
The coach came to a stop now and she pulled back the curtain to glance at the large castle. Gawant was a pretty enough place, and it's castle was quite nice, "My Lady Dracose, we are here-" her coach driver started, but Aryenne was quick to cut him off, "I can see that, idiot. I do not need you tell me that we've arrived. I have my own eyes, now help me out." She only had to wait but a few seconds when the door opened for her and she stepped out of the coach now and onto the ground, Larka sitting right besides her feet. She caught sight of Elena now coming out, "Aryenne! I hope you had no problems on your journey!" The young noblewoman merely beamed a smile, "Heavens no, Elena," she walked up the stairs now and threw her arms around the Princess, "And how wonderful it is to see you," Aryenne exclaimed now in a faked happiness. The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND? NOTES: |Sorry for my late start! Finals got to me. | MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine| TAGS: |Princess Elena of Gawant|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Nov 3, 2011 19:27:17 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Now they were just being plain mean to each other, but it was something that happened quite often when not under the supervision of their parents. Although, try as she might, Aryenne seemed unable to get a rise. He would not glare, nor raise his voice, it was always kept at a monotone, and the same went for his gaze as well. His patience with her though, was probably wearing thin. The noble woman was not blind, even she could see that he had ulterior motive to being here, and he was looking quite haggard now, no doubt wishing to have some of their food as well, “You would dare to defy the Prince of Camelot?” he asked her now, a challenge almost underlying in his tone. Her crystal eyes narrowed in a glare now as she stared at him. How dare he rub that title in his face, Arthur didn’t deserve to be the one with that title, she and her family did. Their line was older and far stronger than the Pendragons.
“Is that a threat, Arthur Pendragon?” she asked, the hint of a mild outrage in her voice, still recovering that he threw that in her face. One of these days, it will be the other way around, and he will be the one bowing down to her in front of everybody while she laughed in his face. That time could not come soon enough, but it seemed that it was quite fine with taking its sweet time, her parents were as well. If only they knew how much she suffered because of him. She took a few steps forward now, closing the distance between them like a predator on its prey, getting up close and personal as she stood in front of him now, still glaring at him, but there was a devilish smile across her lips, “You can threaten me all you want with your title, but I can assure you that nothing will ever come about from it,” she said now before offering her arm, clearly mocking him, “But please, let me be ever so hospital and invite you into my home.”
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Oct 2, 2011 11:16:38 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? He was in no mood for her, she could tell, but she was ever hardly in such a mood for him either. But it was hard to pass up such an opportunity that the prince should be here upon her doorstep asking for food and shelter. If anything, she felt like she had power over his fate when in reality, her father and mother would surely hate her and punish her if she should send him away. Aryenne would have to grit her teeth through all of his stay, the thought alone of him being under the same roof as her made her wish to grit her teeth. Either way, it was shocking that he was not glaring at her quite yet; Arthur appeared to be trying to keep his emotions in control. What a joy it would be to yank his chain such a little, “Lady Aryenne,” he stated now, his voice ever so monotone, “Did your father send you out to personally welcome me?”
How dare he avoid her question. Not to mention to have that hidden tone of mocking within his voice, they both always knew how to get under each other’s skin. Of course, it’s been like that since day one, “Not in words,” she replied now, stiffly. Her parents were still delusional to think that she and Arthur would ever become engaged. Power came in different ways, either way, Aryenne found her certain that the young Pendragon would fall eventually; they had enough enemies to last them a life time. If only her parents would start dealing with those who wish revolution and magic, perhaps then they would actually be sitting on the throne instead of standing besides it, “Now if you would be so kind to show me to where Lord Dracose is,” he added on now, clearly trying to push her into the direction in which he wished to go. Her crystal eyes flickered over towards him now, “And what if I don’t?” she challenged easily, not even bothering thinking about how her father would question the whereabouts of the Prince if she did not bring him in.
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 23, 2011 15:28:18 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? "I was passing and I…could not help but to take notice you," the woman said now. Passing through? Likely story, she was probably from one of the other estates looking to spy. But Aryenne said nothing, her eyes just resting on the woman waiting for her to continue her story, but more so, waiting to see if she would cry some more. There was no need to shed tears over a useless rabbit; they were the enemy of the world of half the time. The woman’s eyes could not hold a gaze, she was distracted by the bleeding rabbit which hung at her side now, and Aryenne watched with interest as the woman’s gaze kept on resting on the grotesque scene of the rabbit. Crystal eyes studied her when she tried to hand the rabbit towards her, the woman did anything but smile and hesitated on her words before she finally collected her thoughts, “It is not necessary. I would not want to rid you of what would be your meal.”
Now that was a laugh, and indeed, laughter did escape Aryenne now, “Who do you take me for? Some pheasant starving out on the streets?” she asked now, her voice laced with an underlying viciousness. This woman was out of her league if she was going around thinking that girls in the woods ate rabbits, well, she was certainly mistaken, “This,” she replied, gesturing at the dead rabbit, “Was just a game,” and she glanced over towards her direwolf now and whistled slightly. Ears perked at the sound and the animal settled slightly, waiting as if a race was about to start. A smile rested on the young woman’s lips now as she tossed the rabbit out, it’s dead little body soaring through the air as Larka pushed herself off her great paws and ran forward; taking a leap and her powerful jaws snapped down right on the dead rabbit as she landed on the ground, “So, why are you really here?”
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 23, 2011 15:07:55 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Aryenne was bored. She always seemed to have this problem, and people were doing little to entertain her at the moment. A great sigh escaped her as she brushed the silver grey fur of her pet direwolf, Larka, for the time being by the great fire as her father poured over estate expenses. The lands had taken a toll for some reason throughout Camelot, everybody was affected, even those who had the greatest lands for field work and harvest, but just as dire as the days had been, the mysterious illness, for whatever it had been, had been resolved, almost like magic. Of course, she was quite suspicious of it, and somebody would have to be quite powerful to affect all of Camelot. That somebody should be track down, ‘If I had that power, Camelot would be in my control,’ she thought to herself as her crystal eyes glanced over towards her father again, this time her mother peering over his shoulder. The death of the crops had made them nervous, because wealth came power, and now they were trying to find a way so that they would be fine if that happened again.
How foolish they were. She rolled her eyes, honestly, half the time, she couldn’t stand her parents. Not her mother at least. It was shocking to say the least that she had yet to yell at her for sitting on the floor with Larka. Slowly, she worked the brush through the fur, the direwolf’s eyes half closed in relaxation. The brush was of a heavy silver, only the finest for her pet after all, the family’s crest of two intertwine dragons rested on the flat of the brush. A frown rested on her lips for a moment, ‘Two dragons are more powerful that one,’ she thought to herself, annoyed how they had to share a family animal with the lights of the Pendragons. The thought alone made her fingers clamp over the brush’s handle harder now, her skin stretching over her knuckles so much that even on her fair skin, they looked ghost white as she yanked it through Larka’s pelt. The animal shifted slightly in annoyance and glanced back at her owner now, just a sly smile resting on her lips now, “Sorry girl,” she murmured and went back to frowning. If only her father wasn’t so nervous of discovery for their needs for treason, if he had a backbone, they all would be dead by now because Aryenne would certainly rather be dead than kiss Arthur Pendragon and she was quite certain that he felt the same way.
There was a sound that could be faintly over heard now, horses hooves perhaps? Larka’s head shifted towards the door, and the young noblewoman followed her gaze towards one of the doors getting pushed open when a servant came in baring news that she did not wish to hear, “My lord, my ladies, our very own Prince Arthur Pendragon is here.” The words heighten the firey anger in her as she got up and chucked the silver brush as hard as she could, the item missing the slave by inches, “You lie!” she snarled, why on earth would he even be here. There was tsking sound from her father and mother as they should their heads, “Aryenne, please, be civil,” although, the smirks on their lips showed otherwise that if the servant had been hit, that they would have been amused, “You may bring him here, and send down to the kitchens of our special guest’s arrival.” Oh no, he was not going to be sitting in her estate. She shoved the servant out of her way as Aryenne headed outside now, her direwolf quickly at her heels. Walking out the great doors into the courtyard, crystal eyes caught sight of the prince, “My my, what grace does the Prince of Camelot have that brings him to my doorstep?” she asked with a wicked smile, her arms folding over her chest.
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 12, 2011 16:57:55 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? She did not notice she was being watched, not at first. Her attention was far too distracted by the crimson liquid flowing from the body of the rabbit. It stained the ground in such a way, brightness in the dull world at the moment. With its life taken away, the rabbit did not twitch; it did not do anything at all. Her fingers ran over the fur, smooth as it could be with the signs of winter coming forth. The taste of having such a power over life and death was something to enjoy, oh, if she were queen or a magic user, this could be taken to new heights. Larka let loose a growl, causing Aryenne’s crystal eyes to snap up towards the sound. On the edge of the woods, a maiden could be seen. As fair as the fairy tales that her nurse told her back in the days of knights and weddings.
But those day dreams were long past Aryenne Dracose and her eyes only narrowed in mistrust and annoyance as the direwolf besides her continued to growl and snap. Crystal eyes continued to study woman as she stared at the girl’s dead rabbit, a single tear rolling from the corner of her eye and falling. The act of sorrow from the fair maiden only brought a look to her face now, her lips twisted slightly and her eyebrows arched. Is she crying for a rabbit? Why anybody would feel for a burdensome animal was beyond her. If Larka was taken from her, Aryenne knew she would cry out and wail as anybody would, for that direwolf was the only thing she regarded as an equal, even above her parents. There was a stillness in the air, other than the growls from Larka, but finally, it was the woman who spoke, “I…did not mean to spy.”
Her voice was soft spoken, and words of apology. They only made Aryenne laugh, “You look like you mean to,” this woman was troubling to her though. She had never seen her around, and if she were a visiting royality for her mother, she would certainly get reprimanded for it. Granted, her mother always warned her of visitors and what royality cries over dead rabbits? She pushed herself up to her feet now, putting away her finely crafted dagger and discovered her hands caked in rabbit’s blood. It hardly bothered Aryenne at all though; she didn’t care much for anything. A devilish smile could not help but come to the red head’s lips as she and her direwolf crossed the opening to the woman. Stopping right in front of her, she held the rabbit out for the woman now, it’s body limp and stretching away from its head, its neck gaping open like a second mouth, “Would you like it?”
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 6, 2011 22:41:40 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Oh, what a rush it was to be outside the city walls and in the woods. Her parents were just simply getting annoying and her mother ever commenting. Besides, how was she ever suppose to get anything done if she had a woman twice her age nagging her ear off about how she should do this to look prettier. Aryenne Darcose did not need any such lectures, she already knew that she was the most beautiful girl within Camelot’s walls, her mother was just going to have to get over her aging body. It wasn’t her fault after all that young men didn’t come beckoning to her mother’s chambers anymore when her father wasn’t home, no, they came to hers and how hilarious it was to see the look on her mother’s face all twisted in an ugly scowl. Not a flattering look on a noblewoman at all. Upsetting her mother in battles of beauty was perhaps more entertaining that embarrassing a servant out in the market place.
Speaking of servants, she was actually servantless today, but that did not matter, Aryenne did not wish to deal with their stupidity today. Her only companion for the outing would be Larka, who was more than enough. Even as a direwolf, she proved to be far more enjoyable and entertaining than any human being that the young girl had ever known. Breaking through the woods that were painted in firey hues of autumn, she placed a homemade trap on the ground with a stick propping it up. It was nothing dangerous, just a cage made out of twigs and twines that balanced on a tiny stick with a fork in it and a string that ran away from the cage and stayed in her hand. Aryenne nestled herself down in the long, yellowed grass, not caring as to what it might do to her elegant pale blue dress, her copper hair hanging in luscious tendrils over her back and shoulder blades now as Larka laid down besides her, both their eyes transfixed on the meadow. Up ahead, there was movement and they soon caught sight of a rabbit, almost snow white, come wandering around. It must not be used to the wild, for it did not seem to think of anything as it looked for clover.
Once it got itself under the cage, Aryenne tugged on the twine string, pulling the cage over the rabbit now, entrapping it, “We caught one, girl,” she murmured as she crawled over towards the cage now and carefully tipped the case, her hand quickly grabbing the rabbit by the scruff and holding it up, her crystal eyes glancing over the animal for a moment as it tried to kick out slightly trying to defend itself. It’s small weak little defense only caused Aryenne to laugh now, “Do you see this Larka, it thinks it’s stronger than me,” god, it was just like everybody else. But nobody was stronger than her, and nobody was better than her. She reached under her dress now and unsheathed a dagger before her gaze moved towards the direwolf, “What do you think we should do Larka?” she asked with a smile on her lips. Amber eyes simply stared back at her, but there was a simple wag of her tail and a squeak escaped the rabbit as the blade ran over it’s throat now, spilling crimson red blood over the white fur. Laughter could not help but to escape her lips, oh, how curious and powerful it was to have something’s life its own hands. A growl escaped Larka as her attention turned towards the back of the woods, crystal eyes sharply staring out as well. Somebody was out there.
[/color][/size][/font] The one who CREEPS in corridors,
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 6, 2011 21:12:47 GMT -5
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OMFGGGGG. LUCIANA I LOVE YOU AND WANT YOUR BABIES
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUU.
-ahem- now, after that spazz attack...
THANK YOU AGAIN!
they are beechin'. I'm going to go pimp my profile now with their ah-mazingness.
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 1, 2011 22:39:32 GMT -5
Type: Both please! Play By: Sophie Turner in Game of Thrones as Sansa Stark Text: Fixed at Zero - VersaEmerge Color: Um, translucent I guess, like you have yours in your example Font: Estrya's Handwriting (http://www.dafont.com/jellyka-estrya-s-handwriting.font) Style: Style 1 Anything Else: Thank you so much in advance!
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