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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Jul 6, 2013 16:13:55 GMT -5
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on May 2, 2013 16:05:30 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose- Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
Something curious seemed to have happened and it was that Lady Gwyneth was laughing at her comment. Aryenne just stared at her, uncertain of what to make of the situation at the very moment. Unless perhaps, she was wrong on one account or another. People play tricks and end up not seeming to be what they appear. Though Aryenne doubt that the Lady was any threat to her, so then it only made her wonder one thing: what is that Lady Gwynth might be up to? Though she kept this question to herself for now, it might be fun to try and figure out the riddle on a later date and wave it above the woman's head, "I did not realize that something I said was so amusing, my Lady," she commented now, her blue eyes resting on Lady Gwynth and watching her rather keenly.
Even the direwolf watched with some mild interest, or well as much as an animal could humanly hold. But it seemed that her question had found an answer only too soon, "I am sorry - it is hard to believe that I could pose a threat to anyone," she commented now. Aryenne just continued to stare at her. What an amusing woman, the wine might be getting to her. Smiling now, she let it go for now but sooner or later, she might decide to prod once again, "Oh, I believe anybody can be a threat if they put their mind to it...or if there is something that they want. Even I have been excused of such things, but it's childish really. So such claims."
The awkward lull in the conversation seemed to have rolled over though as the Lady offered her an apologetic smile. Their conversation took to the knight in question, "Its been an interesting time, having Sir Lancelot here. Especially since no one has heard of him before his arrival." The statement made Aryenne laugh as her gaze went back to the knight for a moment , "I bet it might be because he doesn't exist at all," she boldly stated now. If her mother or father had been there to hear such an accusation, they might have snapped her head right off. Still, at least now she could say that she's not the only one to have her suspicions, "I mean, I hear he's been eyeing Lady Morgana's servant. Just what kind of knight should do that?"The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on May 2, 2013 15:30:26 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
A low growl escaped the direwolf and as the silver haired women took a step back, Larka took another aggressive step towards her now. It certainly seemed to be turning into quite the show, but as soon as words left Aryenne's mouth, it seemed that a bit of a change came over the other woman. Or at least, she was straightening herself up now, looking proud and tall. It did nothing more than make the teenager frown, uncertain of the small but noticeable change that she just witnessed, "Does it make you feel strong then, to threaten an unarmed woman?" The question actually made Aryenne laugh, is she really asking this right now? She thought it seemed obvious, "No, I'm threatening an outsider who knows magic which is a crime in Camelot."
Although Aryenne did admit to herself that she too, wish she knew magic. It'd be so much easier to get out of trouble, and she could only imagine the things that she could do with it as well. It would make her powerful and even more dangerous that she already is. She shouldn't be lost in thought though, and as she gazed on the silver haired woman, Aryenne began to wonder if she already gave too much away about herself to her. The notion made her curse silently to herself, but she still, the woman seemed weak. Perhaps she was not quick enough to come up with a threat. She really did seem so defenseless, and it's not that Larka could not do anything with her hulking form. Even some nobles knew better than to stand in her way for anything.
And then came the words, "Aryenne Dracose. What you may have witnessed was not done with any malice intent. However, I travel with the company of well trained hunters who camp not far from where I stand." They started out civil enough but Aryenne had heard her fair share of dipolmatic conversations between adults to know that there was something underlying in those words and it's delivery. The very idea of there being more of her, she didn't know what to think. And a camp? What was she? A druid? Although, she didn't look like one at all from the way she was dressed. Aryenne didn't get lost in her htoughts for too long though because then came the ending words, "You had best tell your friend to stand down, for I would hate if something were to happen to her."
Blue eyes narrowed, turning into a glare as her grip tightened on the dead rabbit now, "How dare you," she snarled. It were two things that Aryenne was not used two: one, having her direwolf threatened. Two, she wasn't used to be bossed around like this either, by anyone. Her dangerous temper made anyone think anything else but. She felt as if she were getting scowled by her mother, and she hated her mother. Still, there was no need to change Larka's life with this...savage. Aryenne brought her thumb and index finger up to her lips and whistled sharply. The direwolf's snarls ceased for a moment, ears twitching as she glanced back to her human now, "Larka. Here. Now."
The notion almost seemed confusing to the white direwolf for a moment, but slowly, she moved towards Aryenne now, but still managed to invade personal space of the other woman in doing so. The minute that Larka was by her side once again, Aryenne just about snapped at the woman, "Who in Albion do you think you are? A druid? Or are you something else?"The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Apr 1, 2013 12:10:37 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
Aryenne would have thought that people would avoid her for the night, for that always seemed to be the case. It truly was quite nice to be famous in the court, Larka as well. Although, shockingly enough, they were not left alone for long. Blue eyes caught sight of a women approaching them now. Tall and elegant with beautiful blonde hair. She did not envy people often, for Aryenne still thought herself fairest, but there was no doubt in her mind that this older woman could give her a run for her money. In fact, she looked quite familiar as well the more that the teenager thought about it. Perhaps her father may have mentioned her, a wedding alliance that would be happening. Not in the Dracose house, but someone else's.
"Greetings," the woman said now, and Aryenne and Larka halted in their walk, glancing at this other woman quite curiously, "My lady," she replied easily enough, nodding her head in hello. It is a safe enough term to use while she still tried to go into the catacombs of her mind for this name that she was looking for. Besides her, the direwolf was eyeing this newcomer closely, as if looking for a potential threat but there was none to be seen. Blue eyes watched her friend for a moment before returning to the blonde as she spoke, "How do you enjoy the celebrations?" Oh that question. It was standard affair of course, there was no need to sigh. Still, Aryenne thought it quite rude to lie.
"I find it positively dull," she replied back simply enough as she glanced around the party and then cast a special glance tot he new knight in question, "And I dare say, our Sir Lancelot, fifth son of Lord Eldred seems quite out of place." If her mother had been there at that very moment, she might have scolded her for such use of words. But it was very hard not to notice if you asked her. She glanced back at the Lady now, her name finally hitting her. But before she could ask if she were enjoying the festivites, Lady Seymour did something quite interesting: she reached out to the direwolf. Not very many people have done that, in fact, other than Aryenne and her parents, not a soul has, "Does she bite?" Aryenne was still watching her carefully, "Indeed, she has been known to Lady Gwyneth, but I can also say that she only bites the weak or those a threat to me. I feel as if it is safe to say that you are not." Though perhaps it might be too soon to say the latter. People at court were full of surprises, herself included.The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Apr 1, 2013 11:33:30 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
It was an ugly corner, but she did not care. Caught between her and Larka is never a pleasant spot, even for those who didn't know magic at all. Aryenne must have gotten much better in lurking though, for it seemed that she caught this stranger completely off guard. Funny, because one would have thought that magic users would be a little more careful with displaying their gifts, even if it is the middle of the night. Her direwolf still snarled, and as the woman rose, Aryenne could see her friend take a few more steps inward, the white hair bristling in aggression. It took her possibly everything to not laugh right now, because sometimes, a magic user is just not someone to be trifled with. Not with laughing anyways.
Although, she was quick to do something that Aryenne was not a fan of. She was raising her chin, taking a stance of royalty. Something her mother did often even though they were only of noble birth. In fact, a lot of people did it to the young girl for they simply were trying to gain control over her by pride, image, and simply looking down on her. Blue eyes narrowed in annoyance, her grip tightened a little on the limp rabbit by her side. Although the stranger's gaze had been distracted once again, locking gazes with the direwolf. Never a smart thing to do. Larka let out another snarl, her jaw actually snapping, "She can sense fear you know. She does not bow down to the weak," Aryenne commented with a sly smile.
"I am no threat to you nor your pet," said the woman now. She had a slight accent to her voice, something distinctive and Aryenne knew that she was not from around here at all, maybe not even Albion itself. Although, enough about that, the young girl was not pleased with the tone or statement, as if she were talking to a child. If it weren't for the rabbit, she would have crossed her arms grudgingly, "She is not my pet, she is my equal." And that statement was not a lie, Aryenne may not care for the people she knew, but she valued Larka over anything else. It may be the one human quality that the teenager may have. The conversation at hand though, took a bit of a change, "What is your name?" A distraction yes, she could see where this was going. It is a game that Aryenne knew well. Still, she supposed that she could humor her, after all, there was no need to call for help without a proper motive. Besides, she did not wish risk getting in trouble herself with the stupid knights, "Aryenne Dracose. Why do you ask?"The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 30, 2013 12:46:21 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
She had not want to slept, so naturally, Aryenne Dracose did what teenage girls did best. She snuck out of her estate, followed closely by her large direwolf. Heavens, she could not wait to be a full fledged lady and not live with her parents any more, peculiarly her mother because Aryenne didn't understand why her mother seemed to have control over her, or even the nerve to berate her on looking proper. Clearly, they both knew who was the fairest, but she supposed that her mother just wasn't ready to bow down to that quite yet. While it had been tempting to sneak into the city itself (for she heard that there had been a new arrival of slaves), she did not wish to deal with the stupidity of knights. For just like her mother, they liked to boss her around as well which was utterly stupid since she was of a far higher class than them.
But enough about the stupid people of Camelot, Aryenne did not wish to waste thoughts on them any more. She had better things to do out during the night, like catching moon hares, otherwise known as white rabbits. They were dumb little creatures, so gullible and nice to walk right into a trap. Aryenne clutched onto a wooden box trap, a simple one made out of twigs and twine that looked like a cage and rested on a stick. One swift pull and it would trap any small animal. Her direwolf just padded along, it's amber eyes gazing around in the darkness as they traveled through the open grass and into the trees and wood. As they came to their usual spot, Aryenne set up the little trap and rolled the twine out a little ways as she sat down, watching, "Go Larka, go find one."
The direwolf ran off now, quiet and swift as a shadow and it's human merely waited. She did not sit properly as she waited, there was a slouch in her spine and her allowed her fire red hair to just hang. Aryenne saw no need to be a proper lady tonight, even if her blue dress was just so. There was a rustle now, and her gaze moved towards it as a white rabbit came into sight, quickly hurrying along before it came to a stop and looked around. The teenager moved back a little more to avoid it's gaze. All was still for she was not the only one waiting. Her direwolf did not come, perhaps she had run off again after bringing the rabbit so very close. It slowly wandered forward now, taking little nibbles of grass until it played right into her trap and Aryenne pulled hte twine.
The twig cage tell, trapping the moon hare as it seemed fit. It seemed startled, a slight squeak escaping it as it glanced around, but it did not run. A curl of a smile came to Aryenne's lips as she pulled her dagger out and she moved forward to the trap. Quick as an animal, she pushed the trap over and quickly grabbed the moon hare now. It squirmed a little until it met it's end by the cool blade. Cleaning it off in the grass, she resheathed the dagger and got up now, holding the dead limp hare by it's ears, "Larka?" she called out. She had expected her direwolf to come back, but for once that didn't seem to be the case. A frown settled on her features now, almost scowling. Never has this happened before. Leaving behind her little trap and started to go further into the woods, picking up her dress with one had as best as she could so the hem didn't tear.
And then, she came across an odd sight. A small little bird, she could hear it's faint cries. No doubt, it was going to die, but before she could do anything, a figure appeared and Aryenne stopped short in her tracks. Watching and waiting as the figure, clearly a woman, scooped the dying thing up in her hands only to...whisper something? Aryenne strained hard to hear her words, but she seemed to be too far away to properly but then something else happened, the bird seemed better and ready to fly. Her jaw fell open, but only for a moment as she closed it again and stumbled out of her hiding spot now, "You just did magic!" It was both a statement and accusation at the same time as she stared at the woman. At the same time, a perfect time actually, her large direwolf reappeared, coming out from the trees behind the women as an ugly snarl escaped her. No doubt, there would be no escape. Not right now at least.The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 29, 2013 13:36:33 GMT -5
Damara;;
GoT for the win! Clearly, we can both tell who we each want on the throne, but I a m just full of the references which is hilarious considering that I never watch the seasons til they come out on dvd. Anyways, glad you like all of the thread plots! That might actually be a first for me since I usually suck at this. For the threads, if you can start the one between Aryenne and Mara, that would be awesome. I can take care of her and Gael. I need to delay the one with Hadrian for just a tiny bit because I promised the Admins I'd make some slight changes to his history before I start roleplaying him! So hopefully, this stuff will be up soon and I can just make that thread as well.
Morgana;;
Sounds good! I need to make some changes at the request of the admin, but I'd be happy to start the Hadrian and Kendric thread when I get a chance.
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 28, 2013 17:27:53 GMT -5
Morgana;;
I do not have any plot ideas between her and Aryenne at the moment, but if any do hit me, I will certainly let you know. I'm sure they've crossed paths before, but I can't imagine anything going down. And I was hoping that you would say something about Gael, so yes yes yes. I'm sure they could benefit each other, though he might not trust her completely since she still wishes to sit on Camelot's throne, which could still make her a potential danger to him later down the road if this is to happen. And then, I'm totally up for a thread between her and Hadrian, I'm sure it'd be quite hilarious as well since Knights are techically suppose to be serious around the royal house.
As for Kendric, Aryenne and him could have a thread. As nasty and deceitful as she can be, she does have a weakness for handsome knights. I can imagine her being one that fawns over him and makes him uncomfortable. For now, I don't see anything between him and Gael unless they are unfortunate enough to cross paths. And of course, Kendric and Hadrian can thread. I think they're personalities are quite the opposite and I can just see him dragging poor Kendric into some awkward situations.
Damara;;
I glanced over Mara's profile quickly, and I saw that her people are kinda like Gael's, so I think they should definitively meet. Maybe their tribes are even enemies if she's from the Highlands and the North (haha, that sounds like Stark territory). If she were to come to Camelot, or even Hadrian running into her along the road on a ride, I'm quite certain that he would be bound to fall head over heels for her, or well, just be a big flirt and a gentleman cause lets face it, Emilia Clarke is beautiful (total girl crush for me). As for Aryenne, I dare say that poor Mara would probably have to be in Camelot in order to meet her, since Aryenne does not tend to venture very far unless it's to torture or catch poor tiny animals with her direwolf.
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 28, 2013 16:21:47 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
She found herself growing quite tired of these parties in Camelot, they never seemed to lead to anything of importance. Now it was for a knight, a Sir Lancelot? She could not be quite certain nor did Aryenne care. She had never even heard of the man nor his family, and she could not help but to have the oddest suspicion that the man was lying. A fun little game would be to out him, just like that, but Aryenne found herself a little certain that her parents would be none to please, and while she never cared much for being on the good side of her parents, even she was not stupid enough to test them in this situation, "Why are we here again?" she inquired of her direwolf, who stood loyally by her side. Larka did nothing but yawn, even she was bored and only an animal. The notion made the teenager heave a loud sigh as she glanced about.
Surely, there is somebody of interest to talk to. But that couldn't be the case, for Aryenne realized that she just about hated everyone in the room. She had never been a fan of the Pendragons, especially Arthur Pendragon. Some might think her mad for hating the Prince, but after so many forced playdates when they were little, it was hard not to. Plus, he was in line for the throne when she very well thought that it was her family that should be there ruling over Camelot. Her ancestors must have been daft when they allowed the Pendragon line to take hold of the throne. There was just simply no other way to look at it, and how they robbed their lineage of a proper baring. Instead, they just had a large estate. Aryenne did see much use in trying to talk to Morgana either since, well, with her connections to the family, why would she want to talk to her?
"Come Larka, let us survey the room," she said now as she started to walk, the white direwolf moving after her. People moved around them, giving her and her beast room. Aryenne did nothing but smirk, their reputation of being dangerously unreadable has finally caught on. Although, with a few screaming tendencies at tournaments and parties, it would be a shock to say that a person did not know her. If nothing more than hear the rumors from the Dracose Estate itself with the games that she liked to play on their own servants. Dangerous games which involved being hunted down by Larka, such as a game of cat and mouse, or more so just predator and prey. Her eyes fell on the crowd like a hawk, looking for someone who she had yet to make the acquaintance of. The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
NOTES: |Ughs, it's a little rough. All my start posts usually are but once the ball gets rolling, I'll be good! oh, and setting is season one during lancelot's paarty.|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 27, 2013 16:48:31 GMT -5
Hi friends! So....been kinda quiet so plot with me! Here are my characters: Aryenne Dracose*
  
So this is Aryenne. She's kinda crazy and she's a very spoiled noblewoman (but she's actually a teenager). She tends to only get along with her father and not her mother since they see each other as a competition with age and beauty. Aryenne has visions of the Pendragons being uprooted from the throne and her family taking over because they're another one of the old families of Albion. Instead of brute force though, this family likes to be sly, cunning, and full of tricks. On her own, Aryenne is not one to be trifled with and she has no problem giving somebody an ear full or sicking her direwolf on them. She's not one to be taken lightly and doesn't have much empathy for anyone other than herself. Usually, she can be seen lurking around Camelot or enjoying jousting tournaments.Gael*
  
My second character, Gael, I just got him reactivated. He is not from Albion, but from a region in the highlands known as Caledonia. Wild nomadic tribes live throughout the region, his own being the Picts. Gael and his people have been living peacefully up there until there was an invasion by some lords and knights from unknown area to his people known as Albion. Many people lost their lives that day, and it startled the many tribes of the region. Doing research, they learned of the turmoil plaguing Albion. Gael has been sent down to scout out the area and get a better look inside the enemy lines. He doesn't understand a lot of the traditions surrounding Albion and it's Kingdoms, and he's not looking to be friends. Gael can prove to be an emotional person, and rather fight that be diplomatic. Sir Hadrian*
Sir Hadrian has the very simple background of being a man of noble birth who wished to become a knight, since talking and politics are not really his thing. If anything, he probably should have been born a farmer's boy. He happens to be one of the lucky knights not in the Kings usual group that has the ability to make some of the fair maidens of Camelot swoon. A practical joker, he enjoys testing the temper limits of some of his fellow knights, but overall, he's still viewed as a decent knight. Hadrian is there to help anybody if needed, even if it's just to help somebody mount their horse. He's not the best ground fighter, but it can be argued that he is one of the best jousters in Camelot at least, if not Albion. Hadrian's a good guy to have on your side, just make sure that you're not on the end of one of his jokes. |
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Mar 10, 2013 17:35:54 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
It was a good thing that her mother had not been here, she might have scoffed at the question at hand. It was rude to ask women about their babies, even if they did not mind such as Lady Caitrin fell into this category. Aryenne could not imagine becoming a mother, having to look after little children did not seem like fun. How could you ever find time to flirt with the charming knights that came to the tournaments? Even more so, being with child made one lose their figure and Aryenne could never imagine going through that, "I do not mind calling you a Lady, I know I would not have appreciated being called anything but at your age," Lady Caitrin said now. Well, she would not lie, it was a really nice to be treated like an adult. As sickeningly sweet as she was, Aryenne was beginning to take a liking to this fellow redhead.
"If that is the case, I am sure you will make a lovely mother, Lady Caitrin. You'll actually understand children," Aryenne replied coolly, a sly smile on her lips. Though, she could imagine that there were other nicer things to be called besides such 'my lady'. In fact, 'my queen' had an even better ring to it and one day, that would certainly be her title. Unfortunately, there were a lot of things standing in her way at that precise moment and those things had the last name of Pendragon. Really, it was quite annoying. Her bloodline was old as well, it extended far beyond the Great Purge. She was certain that the Dracose line had been in power at once, but now, her and her parents were stuck sitting humbly on the sidelines when all what the wanted to do was rule.
She did not have a great deal of time though to pour over her family history and ancestry though as Lady Caitrin began to speak again and yank Aryenne firmly out of her thoughts, "No, I am not my Lady. I am from Mercia, my family still lives there, well for the most part. But I love it here in Camelot; I have never thought to move back.” And just like that, Aryenne felt as if she had an opening into another world, and it floated into her hand like a stray piece of parchment. It was much better than any scathing conversation that she had with Lady Nora, who did not think so highly of her either, "Mercia? That is many leagues away. I hope I am not rude by asking this, but are you the same Mercian that is said to be friends with Arthur Pendragon, Lady Caitrin?" Hopefully Arthur had yet to slander her name to the Mercian, for she and the King simply loathed each other.
The conversation turned back to the baby though, as is the usual center piece for any woman with child. Aryenne did not mind much, with someone such as Lady Caitrin, she realized that it might be to her benefit to gradually allow the conversation to grow with comfort rather than try and force her hand which Aryenne usually did. She may be a psychotic brat, but in her later teenage years, the young girl realized that it might be more strategic to not always allow her true colors to show, "Not at the moment, it just feels like I've put on a lot of weight. Though I doubt I'll be able to move much by the end." Aryenne watched as the lady rested her hand on her belly now, no doubt there was a little child moving now, "Well, that is what servants are there for," she replied simply, "Or so I would hope." Though many servants were rather stupid.
Aryenne realized that she may have gone a step far with calling her parents dull, but it was rather hard not to. Well, her mother at least, she knew that she did actually like Lir Dracose on many occasions. He allowed her to do anything she wished so long as her mother wasn't around, "My father is not that bad, but I cannot stand my mother. She's jealous of my beauty and often tries to tell me what to do. I think I am well beyond needing any of her help or knowledge at my age."
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Feb 17, 2013 20:46:27 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
An ugly snark escaped Larka as it spotted the fox just upon the ridge, it's hair standing up as it hissed at her. The direwolf was not pleased that such a small and stupid animal would hiss at her. Aryenne, on the other hand, found it quite hilarious and actually laughed, "My my, someone is feeling rather brave," she commented now, an evil smirk resting on her lips as the fox retreated into the woods, "I don't think that's very kind of it, ducting out before we can even make true introductions," Aryenne went on now, glancing to her direwolf. Larka remained still, watching her human before the nod was given and quickly, ran into the woods itself, taking a path towards the ridge to see if she could cut off the fox.
What might have been considered a dull night just became a little more interesting. She had heard that fox fur was rather wonderful in the winter time and provided quite warmth. The other thing was that Aryenne just liked to catch little animals and watch them bleed to death, regardless of something being a snack for Larka or not. She certainly was a dangerous teenager, and one to be feared at that. There was no need to believe that a fox could believe such a thing though. Sly as they were, they were still animals and no animal was as smart as the direwolf. She was certain of that, they matched human intelligence and Aryenne was convinced that Larka was just as smart as they came. With that thought in mind, she quickly went after her direwolf now as the chase began.
Brambles and twigs snapped and snatched on Larka but she did not care, she was stalking her prey. It was closer now, she could sense it as she traveled along the pathways. There, there it was, and her human was coming up from behind as well. Larka jumped out, cutting off the fox now and took a snap at it, growling dangerously with her white fur standing on end as she stared at it. Somehow though, Larka felt as if she sensed there was something different about this fox, something almost seemed human about it. Another snarl escaped her though, daring this little fox to try and outwit her.
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
NOTES: |Oddly long wait, sorry!|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Feb 17, 2013 20:35:24 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
Aryenne was still furious about what happened and even though women always said that a true woman should let grudges go, she found it very hard to do so indeed. It was natural that Aryenne just lived off of them, it fueled her rage and personality to such a degree that it shaped her so. If only she had not left Larka at home now though, she bet her direwolf would have loved to have taken a snap at that incompetent servant. She glanced down at her dress now, with it being made of fine silk, she was certain that it stained easily and also showed off the stain. The last thing that she wanted was to be viewed as a slob by one of the fine, young handsome knights. Honestly the thought of that was just dreadful, even more so of running into Arthur Pendragon who she couldn't stand and she would rather crawl in a hole and die than look anything but proper in front of him.
It also appeared that she was not alone as she might have thought, "Are you alright my lady?" came a voice now and Aryenne glanced up to see a young girl, "After the way that fool treated you, I mean." Were her ears possibly deciving her or did she actually just met a girl who was not thrown for a loop by her ill treatment of servants? It was certainly quite the surprise to the young noblewoman who by now, was used to angering people on a daily basis with her rude and deadly remarks. The girl though, was not of these parts she could tell by that strong accent of her's. It was odd really, Aryenne almost felt like she were staring at a young Lady Caitrin. At least, this is how she assumed the lady would have looked like when she was younger.
Still, she quite recovered herself now from that embarrassing situation and offered a cool smile to the young girl, "Thankfully so, he just managed to miss my dress. If he had, it would have been his head," she replied now. Her eyes glanced over the girl again, as if inspecting her in a shop. She did look quite proper, and spoke nicely as well, "Forgive me for asking, but I have never quite met somebody who sees eye to eye with me inside of the walls of Camelot. May I inquire your name, my lady?" she asked, her smile still cool as ever, trying to seem as kind as ever and mask her true mean girl attitude that began to be noted by all of Camelot, "I only ask for I would like to have your company during this joust. I have to say, even with men as handsome as the Camelot knights, they are dreadfully boring without the comentary from a friend."
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
NOTES: |Oddly long wait, sorry!|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Feb 7, 2013 23:45:01 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
Oh, how she hated being told what to do, so naturally, she did what any teenager did, not listen. She was out and about, and all what it took was a few very well delivered threats to some servants and members of the house guard. Aryenne Dracose is not one to be trifled with and everyone who served the Dracose household learned that very quickly. A cruel girl, she spends her afternoon tea time by playing tricks on people or sending her direwolf after the servants. People were often weary around her, in fact, because of that they usually just allowed her to do what they wished. In past times, the only person who dared to stand up to her was Lady Nora, and she had not taken too kindly to that as well.
Shoving the thoughts of that woman out of her head though, Aryenne continued to walk along in the woods, her direwolf padding along besides her, "Curfews are so dull, Larka. I do not even know why they exists. After all, the best little critters hang out in the dark," however. They did find that rabbit one time that they so skillfully caught in an ensnarement. The woods were dark and rather sinister looking at night, but that's just how she liked them. Often times, she hoped that she might run into a magic user to teach her something of value, but sadly, that had yet to happen. Everybody seemed to like to use their magic for good, or for the necessary of balancing nature. Utterly dull stuff.
Camelot was quite boring as well, she wasn't a fan with Arthur as King. Mostly because the only thing that Aryenne ever thought about was that her family should be on that throne. The Dracose line was just as old as the Pendragons. She supposed though, that currently, the throne was not too desireable with Morganna trying to get it what seemed like every five seconds. A rather over exagerated sigh escaped Aryenne now, "Larka, I'm beginning to find the estate utterly boring, we are going to have to--what on earth are you staring at?" The direwolf had frozen, sniffing the air and glancing off, ears twitching. A smile came to Aryenne's lips as she followed it's gaze, "Do you see something to kill?"
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Feb 2, 2013 13:35:01 GMT -5
So, I am trying to get active again and I think it is quite interesting that your girl is cursed. More so the turning into a fox thing because I'm certain my character's direwolf would love to chase her around. So I always have her, and then I might try and get one of my old characters reactivated and he's a warrior from the northern territory. Let me know if you wish to thread some time!
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Nov 9, 2012 20:12:41 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
The moment that Aryenne had asked such a question, she soon realized that his Lady Caitrin had probably heard the same question all night. After all, when a woman was with child, that was usually the reaction, yes? Women fawning all over the main one, talking about how wonderful it was going to be and how they could see her glow. The thoughts annoyed her a little more, Aryenne didn't see what was so special about bringing a child into the world. She was certain to this day that her mother had not enjoyed it one bit. Still, the young girl knew not to allow these thoughts to get the best of her, she was here to make 'friends' and good acquaintances, not to scare everyone off. But it was tempting, friends here not her thing at all.
Lady Caitrin was still offering her a smile though, and Aryenne was beginning to wonder that if she had never heard of her before which was quite shocking considering Aryenne's own reputation. Although, for once, this might be a good thing since she was close to Arthur Pendragon, and they were always the best people to befriend, "It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Aryenne." Oh, such formalities right now. The young girl merely smiled now at her address, "There's no need for calling me lady, my parents still think me too young of the title," even at age nineteen. Parents these days. As Lady Caitrin continued to talk though, it dawned on her that the woman was not from Camelot, at least, not in her voice at least. There was still a faint hint of something else there, "Forgive me, my lady, but you are not from around here originally, are you?"
Glancing back down at her stomach though, Aryenne thought she looked quite big, so it came to a surprise when the lady announced how long she had been within child, "I still have five months left, so there’s still quite a lot of growing to go." Well, that certainly threw her for a loop. Only four months? She looked ready to pop that instant, which means that Aryenne should probably just keep those thoughts to herself, "Though five months might be too long to wait," she added on, and the young girl merely nodded her head in agreement, "I can only imagine," she said now, "Must be hard to move around with," she said, or having to fit into dresses. The conversation though, had quickly turned back to her, "Are you here alone, my lady?" That made her heave a sigh, "If only, I came with my parents," she said now, waving over towards them, "But I find them quite dull so I choose to stay away from them when possible."
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
NOTES: |Another long wait ><|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Oct 18, 2012 20:09:55 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
For once, there seemed to be something rather exciting going on in Camelot, and that was a tournament. But not just any tournament, a jousting tournament. Aryenne didn't know what it was, perhaps it was all the handsome knights in their shining armor and monstrous horses, or perhaps it was just the silly songs and flowers that went with it, but she always loved jousting tournaments. They were full of excitement and packed with people cheering as the knights took on each other in front of the royal family to win both fame and fortune. Even better though, her family's high stature in the city of Camelot meant that they could sit with other nobles and not with stupid commoners and peasants that were attracted to these tournaments as well.
Of once, she left Larka had home to her own devices while she and her parents went to the tournament. Sometimes the horses were distracted by her direwolf and she just could not understand why. Aryenne had dressed her best, hoping to be the fair maiden of some knight that would end up winning the tournament. The only drag about this whole thing that she would be reminded that her family was not ruling over Camelot as the Pendragons sat in the royalty box. Just the thought of them made her roll her eyes as she took her seat as close as she could get to the actions. Her parents on the other hand, sat back and away from their daughter to discuss things. Aryenne didn't care though, her eyes were on the knights.
Dreamily, she just watched them. The tournament had not started yet, there were no announcements but soon it would. Just then, somebody bumped into her, and there was clatter. Whatever it had been, a cup of some sort, it had nearly splashed all of it's contents on her. A small shriek escaped Aryenne as she jumped up and away, "Watch it!" She yelled now, "You nearly ruined my dress!" If looks could kill, they would have been a dead man. The individual muttered a quick apology and scampered away, but Aryenne still watched them, "Idiot. Why can't they ever hire competent servants?" she asked herself, still furious. She hoped that she would run into him again though, make him pay for all of that. Sitting down, Aryenne turned her attention back to the knights now, but the encounter had put her in a foul and dangerous mood.
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
NOTES: |Oddly long wait, sorry!|
MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Oct 8, 2012 15:44:10 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
How dull this all was, Aryenne could think of other things that she could be doing at this very moment rather than welcoming yet another princess to the lands of Camelot to try and snuggle up to the likes of Arthur Pendragon. The idea made her roll her eyes and lips curl with distaste as she watched them talk to each other. She did not want to be here at all. Why was it that they always have to celebrate Arthur and the welcoming of another Princess? There was only ever a small enough chance that they would ever stay around for good. There was that utter fiasco with Lady Vivian, and then a near marriage with Princess Elena. Not to mention, his failed situation with that serf girl, Gwen or whatever. Now that had been a laughing stock.
She couldn't say that she had been surprised by what happened between Gwen and that knight, Sir Lancelot. After all, he should have expected such a situation to arise from somebody who wasn't of noble blood. A sigh escaped her as she glanced down at her goblet for a moment and then glancing over towards her parents. They were happily chatting it away with some other nobles, no doubt whispering power into their ears and hypnotizing people like snakes. Her parents wished to rule Camelot, and no doubt, with their bloodlines and the Dracose name strong and bold, it should have been there's. Aryenne thought they were wasting their time though, if there was any one who was going to try a stab for the crown, it would be long lost Morganna le Fey, or perhaps it was Pendragon now.
That woman had certainly caused quite a stir with the kingdom not too long ago, and Aryenne had this suspicion that she was far from gone for good. Sadly though, finding her is a task in it's own and she had not been having too much luck. Her eyes surveyed the crowd again bu there was nobody here who caught her eye. Nobody important enough to Aryenne's standards and she had very high standards indeed. She had hardly been paying attention now as she took a sip from her goblet when a noble woman showed up and curtseyed to her. Eyeing her, she waited for an introduction, "My Lady, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before. I am Lady Caitrin Aubert, who do I have the pleasure of addressing?” The name seemed familiar to her, no doubt a friend of Arthur's but with her own name.
Her gaze flickered to her parents now who had taken noticed and nodded towards her before turning there attention back to their own conversation. Aryenne just frowned before glancing back towards lady Caitrin now and offered a smile, hoping that she wouldn't be as dull or infuriating as Lady Nora. Bowing her head, Aryenne forgo'ed a curtsy, "My very pleasure to meet you," ugh, how it pained her to be so nice, "I am Lady Aryenne Dracose...I see you are with child. How long til you give birth?"
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
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Post by Aryenne Dracose on Sept 12, 2012 15:40:59 GMT -5
-Aryenne Dracose-Who is the BETRAYER?
The KILLER in the crowd?
She could not believe that she had been left behind only to now get word that her parents wanted her in Mercia. Something about important relations to built up, but Aryenne did not want to hear it. She did not understand making relationships when all what they should be worried about is taking down the Pendragons. Honestly, if they waited any longer, somebody else would be doing it and they would be bowing down to another family on the throne. After all, Morgana Pendragon already tried it a few times, whose to say that it would not happen again? And she was getting quite tired of it when she thought full right it was her family that should be on the throne. The Dracose line as old and noble as the Pendragons.
Heaving a sigh though, she sat out in the courtyard waiting for her escort. Aryenne was not amused at all by the thought of getting babysat by some escort who was probably some old, fat grungy knight that she would have to deal with for the next few days, "Larka, this is going to be so dull," she informed the direwolf now, who sat next to her, "Why can't I just have you? You're far more brave than any man." And Aryenne fully believed that statement. Everybody bulked at Larka's sheer size, let alone that she was aggressive. Of course, nobody liked to deal with the redhead much either. There was little to be said about Aryenne Dracose's kindness, it was little to nonexistent. In fact, it was always nonexistent unless she wanted something.
For that reason, it was why not a lot of people chose to deal with the young woman. She was more of a danger than any army that could harm Camelot. Mentally, some even thought her unstable they way she tormented others, especially her servants, "I feel as if he is late already," she replied flatly to her direwolf. Larka said nothing though, not even a whine as she stared intently at the gates. Up ahead though, one of the guards called, "My Lady Dracose, somebody is approaching now!" As if on an instant, Larka jumped to her feet as well, sensing the individual on the other side, and perhaps even more, "Well then, open up the gates! God, do I need to explain everything around here?"
The one who CREEPS in corridors,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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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,
And doesn't make a SOUND?
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MUSIC: |Heavy in Your Arms - Florence + The Machine|
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