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Jun 01, 2013 04:09PM
Where executions are held and you can have nice stroll around for a bit of fresh air.

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Elizabeth skidded to a stop on her stallion in the execution square. SHe gave an involuntary shudder, and dismounted.

Elizabeth was too busy thinking, I did it! I ran away! to notice that she was not alone. She patted Polari's neck and let im go, knowing he would track her down easily when she needed him. For that she had a small grouse bone whistle that only Polaris could hear.

Elizabeth unshouldered her bow and made sure the hood of her fur cloak was still pulled over her face, so no-one could recognise her and turn her in. She smiled slightly to herself, a sad but triumphant smile, as she twirled her fingers absentmindedly around her glossy red hair.

Elizabeth frowned as an eerie voice rang in her head. She frose, her palms became sweaty. her quiver rolled off her shoulder, dropping onto the snowy ground with not so much as a thump. Her bow slipped from her grasp, she was unarmed, yet she didn't notice it...
She fell to her knees, clutching her head, her green eyes large with fear.
She fell to her knees, clutching her head, her green eyes large with fear.

The hood fell from her head with a swift movement, exposing her royal face to all eyes. She felt paralysed, and sick with terror as she saw a handsome young man kneel down in front of her, looking into her green eyes, boring into her with his red ones. The princess tried to look away, but to no avail, his eyes were enchanting.
Stubbornly she kept her lips pursed, the only thing that could save her now was the will to not speak.
Stubbornly she kept her lips pursed, the only thing that could save her now was the will to not speak.

((You're so good at it, too, I LOVE it! And I'm happy you're a fast person to answer to RP's))
Elizabeth frowned and flinched from his touch, with and angry look in her green eyes. Terror pounded on the door of her heart, fire. "You're NOT my friend," she hissed slightly, her voice quivering, her whole body shaking with an involuntary fear.
Elizabeth frowned and flinched from his touch, with and angry look in her green eyes. Terror pounded on the door of her heart, fire. "You're NOT my friend," she hissed slightly, her voice quivering, her whole body shaking with an involuntary fear.

She ran her fingers over the scar on her finger where the pixie had cut her.. That reminded her, she still had a deal to settle.. "Get out of my head!" SHe hissed at the man. "I don't trust you, you bas*ard! Stop playing with me!"

Elizabeth stiffened as she looked him in the eyes. "You have my trust," she said softly and collapsed onto the snow ground as the world went black.

((I'll set one up for you. hang on a couple mins..))
Elizabeth lay in his arms, unstirring, her eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar, lips quivering, her red hair looking ablaze.
Elizabeth lay in his arms, unstirring, her eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar, lips quivering, her red hair looking ablaze.

Elrohir walked into the execution square of this land. It was not unknown to him, having been taken by them... He loathed this place and stopped to look around, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his pointed ears.

"Well hello there," He said. "I'm the guard captain. You were looking for me?"

Elrohir frowned. What magic was this? But he had been brought and rased away from it, he could not fend for himself... He sank to the ground and fell, unconscious.
Elizabeth cautiously entered the execution square. She sat down in the snow and flipped through her book to page 221. She felt guilty about it, but nevertheless she had to live up to her expected standards.
Demons
This race of creatures is the most evil of them all. Demons are treacherous, evil people who take pleasure in hearing the pain of others. They are masters at Physical and Psychological torture.
A demone is said to have been born from the fires of hell itself.
Demons have a fiery temper, and often have hypnotising eyes and can penetrate and envelop one's mind in darkness. All this sounded too familiar to Elizabeth, but she didn't want to believe it. Little did she know that Drakonnan could see everything she could. That was all that was written on the page. Only underneath it, in messy red scrawl, was the words, "BEWARE. Never strike a deal with a demon. BEWARE." heart pounding, she leapt to her feet and sprinted to the castle of her host.
Demons
This race of creatures is the most evil of them all. Demons are treacherous, evil people who take pleasure in hearing the pain of others. They are masters at Physical and Psychological torture.
A demone is said to have been born from the fires of hell itself.
Demons have a fiery temper, and often have hypnotising eyes and can penetrate and envelop one's mind in darkness. All this sounded too familiar to Elizabeth, but she didn't want to believe it. Little did she know that Drakonnan could see everything she could. That was all that was written on the page. Only underneath it, in messy red scrawl, was the words, "BEWARE. Never strike a deal with a demon. BEWARE." heart pounding, she leapt to her feet and sprinted to the castle of her host.
Jinx for some reason feels compaled to go to one of the places that she had feared for very long she looked around nervously, but ignored it knowing... for some reason... that she NEEDED to be there

Neko watched since she didn't talk.

Neko then gave a small smile.

Neko then said in her soft voice, "It's a pleasure to meet you too."


Valshe then whispered in Neko's ear, "Go talk to him for information."
Neko nodded and walked over to him shyly blushing. She then said in her soft voice, "Hello I'm Neko."





