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Post by Envy on Sept 11, 2007 20:53:30 GMT -5
A deep green void flickered to look at him. "Perhaps, but I am sure people would be devastated if you we subjected to a fate by the cold steel of a blade at the age you are at now. Just give it a little time, huh?" Again, he messed up the boy's hair, finding an amusement in it. Sort of like a buddy's younger brother, or his own, or something sort of like that. But he knew the dangers, and he knew his time was running out.
Time was always running out.
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Post by nikki on Sept 14, 2007 21:47:28 GMT -5
He shrugged. "I guess." In truth, Rafe was probably right; his family, friends and kingdom - for he was, though it is a long story, Prince Rian, but Rafe probably didn't know this if he didn't live in Rian's area - would be quite desolate if such a future befell him. Though they rarely spoke of it, Rian knew that his mother and father had plans for his later life.
"Do you have experience with fighting or something?" inquired Rian. He was beginning to wonder about this stranger, Rafe, and if he had spent all his life running from those who hunted him...
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Post by Envy on Sept 14, 2007 22:17:17 GMT -5
For a moment, he took the time to calculate his words. "Only in my wolf form. It's not as handicap as this one," Rafe explained, peering at his hands. They showed no sign of his nature, but they were truly bloodied from death after death, slaughter after slaughter. "It's a race against time out in the field, and a game where when you die, you don't get another life. You lay there while the force slips out of you, instead of being given more to jump up and sprint again."
It had never happened to him, it was merely how he'd probably end up. Dashing, on and on, the barrel pointed at him with the livid abyss in the center where a blur of silver would dart into the atmosphere with an ear shattering crack.
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Post by nikki on Sept 14, 2007 22:45:08 GMT -5
"It sounds... terribly realistic," Rian said, after a moment of consideration. He wanted to be involved in fighting, in war, in being active with his land, but he wasn't sure if he wanted the life that Rafe had just described. "Is there any rest from it?"
Of course, he already knew the answer. No. There was no rest from life; not even sleep. You dream, unconsciously. You dream about things, about people you know, and you can never escape that.
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Post by Envy on Sept 14, 2007 23:29:47 GMT -5
Taking in a whiff of the sea of jade shading beneath him, he recited, " 'No rest for the weary.' Soldiers fight, they die, they are victorious, they are wounded. There are many possibilities in war, or hunts. Life can't be replaced once it's taken."
His lips turned into a grin at this time, and turned onto a slightly less depressing subject. "So, where do you come from, Rian?"
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Post by nikki on Sept 15, 2007 1:24:04 GMT -5
Nodding solemnly, Rian took in Rafe's words and turned them over in his mind. Rafe seemed like the type who was serious, who had seen a lot of things that no living being should ever have to be subjected to, but didn't exactly dwell on it. He had his own freedoms that he basked in, and life allowed a certain amount of those.
"I'm not sure if you'd have heard of it," Rian mumbled in reply to Rafe's question. The whole "I'm a prince" thing felt so braggy to him, and he didn't usually bring it up unless the one he was talking to recognized him.
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Post by Envy on Sept 15, 2007 10:57:50 GMT -5
"Try me," Rafe replied. "Perhaps I have. I might not recognize the name, but I might have dashed through it before on my morning to dusk rounds." But, had Rafe of known Rian was a prince, he would not have taken much of it into consideration. He viewed princes, kings, and others as people who could still kill him, or might accept his ability. The second option was always unlikely, of course, but there were chances.
Leaves above his head rustled as the zephyr passed through, the blades of grass bowing down to the wind's might. How like a kingdom, thought he. How like it used to be for he.
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Post by nikki on Sept 15, 2007 11:31:16 GMT -5
"Uh... it's called Falingah," Rian answered, wondering if Rafe had heard of the monarchs who ruled that land. Perhaps today he had wandered a little too far from where he belonged, but everyone needs space once and a while, and Rian's feet usually did the deciding for him.
Of course, if Rafe knew anything about Falingah, it would be one of the most common facts; there was only one true-blood human there, and that was Rian's mother. The similarity between them was obvious and it wasn't rocket science to guess that they were closely related.
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Post by Envy on Sept 15, 2007 12:02:48 GMT -5
Rafe tapped his chin as his chanted quietly, "Falingah, Falingah...," while trying to remember if he had ever been to the place. The name did not ring bells in his mind, but most of the names of places didn't. He knew a far as that this place was part of the Blessed Plains, and that was it. "I might have rushed through before, but I can't seem to place the name with anything. Think you can fill me in a bit, Sir Rian?"
Rafe took amusement in his usage of the word sir. He had no idea why, nor had he any intention of learning why, it just seemed a laid back sort of thing to do.
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Post by nikki on Sept 15, 2007 12:11:05 GMT -5
"Uh," Rian said, laughing a bit; he was used to being addressed formally as "Prince Rian" and even a few times "Your Highness" though that title was better suited for his parents. "Well, it's pretty hard to miss, there's a marketplace in the middle of it that's really close to the Castle of Monarchy - it's huge, made of grey stone." He didn't mention that that castle was actually his home.
"It's pretty far out from here, though," Rian added. "I might have walked a little too long today. Oh well." He shrugged and grinned.
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Post by Envy on Sept 15, 2007 12:47:01 GMT -5
"A castle, huh?" he asked, raising an ebony brow. "Ever been inside of it?" He took it now that he had not been there, if it were much farther than the nearest town. Though, he had no idea if it was farther than the nearest town, but he'd take it that it was. He rarely went north, and today was just one of the dare-me days.
A land with a castle, however. Now, that would be something to learn about. How many times do you find a kid who lives in such a place? Maybe about never in a lifetime.
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Post by nikki on Sept 15, 2007 12:57:39 GMT -5
"Uh... yeah, actually. I live there," he said hurriedly, and, now that the cat was basically out of the bag, he admitted, "I'm the Prince of Falingah. My parents are the Queen and King. Sometimes, when you step outside, you get swarmed, so it's nice to be able to walk away and find somewhere to relax, like here, so your friends and parents and everyone aren't all over you."
Rian hoped it didn't sound like he was bragging. He detested being a braggart, but sometimes it just slips out, right?
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Post by Envy on Sept 15, 2007 13:48:14 GMT -5
The position of his lips did not change from their grin. Instead, he again messed up the hair of the young prince. "Prince Rian, mm? Interesting to see a prince in these parts. But I see your point in wishing for a break from it." With this, he lifted his hand from the skull of Rian and stretched both arms above his head. He wasn't used to being still this long, and he couldn't let his limbs get too lax, or it'd he hell for him later on.
"So, should I call you by Prince Rian, or something else?" Rafe questioned, wondering slightly what Rian thought.
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Post by nikki on Sept 15, 2007 13:52:02 GMT -5
"I'm a wandering prince," Rian smiled jokingly. "I can't stay in one place for too long. It gets boring. I understand why you like running so much."
"Oh, just call me Rian," he assured Rafe hastily, sick of being addressed as everyone else called him. "It's way better than Prince all the time." It was, in truth, sometimes hard to make real friends because everyone was so stiff around him, worried that they'd do something wrong. The fact that his mother was overprotective didn't help, either.
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Post by Envy on Sept 15, 2007 15:14:19 GMT -5
"The wandering Rian!" Rafe exclaimed, then chuckled as he settled down. "So, the place is pretty far from here, huh?" Settling down on his back, he set his arms behind his head while closing his eyes. A prince. How odd and intriguing to have run across someone so... high in power, as they'd put it in old terms.
Screwing up, however, was the least of Rafe's worries.
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