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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 isadora on Aug 7, 2012 23:55:08 GMT -5
It was a momentous occasion in the five kingdoms. With the passing of the treaty, there would be peace unlike any that had come before it, and prosperity would flow for all. Gwent, particularly, had much to gain from a lengthy period of peace, so she and her father had been working hard for months at the negotiations, and finally, it seemed all their hard work had come to fruition. "Honestly, father, I'd much rather stay with you through the celebrations." She protested, even as the frail man escorted her out of the castle, where they'd arrived late last night, and down to the stables where a few knights waited with her horse already saddled.
"I'll not hear of it, girl. The treaty's been signed, the hard work is done. You ought to be rejoicing with the other young folk, not stuffed up with the old men." He argued, and she smiled. She really could use a break, and he had gone to the trouble of finding one of Camelot's noblewomen who was willing to show her around. "It'll do me good to see you happy." And, as usual, that settled it. Isadora could always be counted on to do as her father wished eventually, no matter how much she might argue.
"Very well. But you're to send for me if you feel the slightest bit-" she paused, uncertain who was listening, "-out of sorts." He laughed, and she looked to the knights who had followed them down with a pointedly raised brow. He nodded with understanding, and so she bid her father farewell, kissed him on the cheek and let one of the knights who would take her to the nobles' estate assist her with getting onto her horse.
It wasn't a long ride, and her pale green gown was hardly even mussed by the time she dismounted. Smoothing what wrinkles had formed with her hands, she smiled brightly at the young, red-haired woman before her, and she started to approach her, but slowed when she noticed the beast by her side. Heavens, was that a dog? The thing was huge! It looked tame enough, but the sight of it was enough to cause Isadora's smile to flicker for a moment, before she drew her eyes back up to the woman. "Lady Aryenne, I presume? It's lovely to meet you." She greeted her, replacing her smile, although there was a hint of wariness in her eyes. [/size][/color]
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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,
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Post by isadora on Aug 23, 2012 20:57:51 GMT -5
Isadora felt somewhat relieved when Aryenne ordered her beast to sit, but only marginally. Was the thing really tame? It seemed an impossible thing, but it seemed to obey the girl, so Isadora could hardly argue that it wasn't. Even so, she kept a few paces further back than she might have otherwise, not really willing to get within striking distance of the massive...dog. She drew her attention back to the girl Aryenne, her smile still in place, if somewhat forced.
She inclined her head respectfully when she curtsied before her, acknowledging her civilly. At her next words, Isadora raised a brow, her smile faltering. If that were true, then the thing ought to already know that she was slightly less than terrified of it. As long as Aryenne could control her creature, they ought to be all right. "A direwolf, you say? I've never heard of such a thing. Is she...quite tame?" She asked, not answering her question about being scared, as she was more or less certain that was clear.
She gave a slight shake of her head at the offer of refreshments, her smile returning, although in a diminished capacity. "Thank you for your generosity, but I feel quite ready to depart." Especially if it meant getting away from her 'direwolf' before it decided to start devouring livestock, or peasants, or heaven forbid, unsuspecting princesses. That would certainly ruin what could otherwise be a lovely day out. [/size]
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 12, 2012 15:17:21 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd? Aryenne could not tell if it was relief or not that washed over the Princess's face when Larka was asked to sit, but she bet it was. There were perhaps a number of questions that were fleeting across her mind at this very moment. The young girl noticed how Isadora still kept a good few feet between her and the direwolf now, and Aryenne could not help but to roll her eyes. After all, her direwolf was no fool. She was smart enough to recognize nobility. Many wolves have probably met their ends at the hands of nobility that they had taken a snap at. Servants and pheasants though were a different matter, and Aryenne found it entertaining so she allowed her direwolf to do what she wanted.
At her words about fear, she noticed the Princess's brow raise just a little higher, "A direwolf, you say? I've never heard of such a thing. Is she...quite tame?" Isadora asked of her. Aryenne merely titled her head to the side just slightly, never heard of a direwolf? She thought them quite famous in legends, but perhaps that was all people merely thought of them: just stories. Offering a smile now, Aryenne nodded her head, "She is quite tame, my lady. Larka only takes her play at servants and phasents, she knows quite better than to harm a woman of your linage. And while I am around, there is not reason to fear her."
She was however, quite surprised that Isadora turned her down for any refreshments, "Thank you for your generosity, but I feel quite ready to depart." Gwent was terribly far, or at least in Aryenne's mind, it was. It was almost shocking, perhaps she merely wanted to get away from Larka. Her dierwolf tended to accompany her anywhere and everywhere, Aryenne did not care the disturbances that she caused, but her parents had wanted her to snuggle right up to Isadora as much as possible, meaning that Larka would have to stay. It was simply quite annoying, "Well, I would hate to keep you waiting," Aryenne said now, but there was a little more attitude in her voice this time around.
At the thought of leaving, Larka pushed herself up to all fours again, but the redhead shook her head, "No, you are staying here," she informed the direwolf now, who looked up at her quizically, "Stay," and with that, Aryenne moved forward and interlinked her arm with the Princess's, "Come my lady, I'm sure there is much that you would love to see for the festivities," and pulled her forward now, leaving Larka behind. The one who CREEPS in corridors,
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