Rescue MeShe was the only one to ever understand. But what no one else could grasp was that I loved her back. When they took her away from me I plead, but the both of them turned their backs on me. All but a select few. You may be wondering -- who are 'they'? The ones that turned away from me? I've always lived in a kingdom of hatred. In a kingdom where beauty was frowned upon through an ancient grudge. When I was wandering one day in the outland I met with a woman who had grown up the very oppisite. Pinned her down and nearly sliced her head off. She was younger than me - three or so years by the looks of it - and begged for me to have mercy on her lovely soul. I sneered at her instead. How dare she! But what she next caught me off guard more than her beauty did ... 'I'm lost, I have lost my way, and I cannot find home' I didnt want to help her, it would've been the lost treason in my land. We were at war with these creatures. The ones who knew and accepted such beauty and such love. Of course I myself was born like any other, inhumanly built, but it was good. I never noticed it before. For a long time we spoke with each other, I came back to the same spot every few days until finally she showed up again after finding her way back home. We fell in love and before I could tell her my people searched the forests and the dirt and the caves and found her. Found the girl that they called scum and I called [insert name here], and took her. When I plead, you see, they considered me a tratior. She was going to be tortured, she was going to be raked and hurt and bloodied in that god forsaken castle of theirs. And I was a traitor. But her people also turned their back on me. All but a few - as said before. The group may not get along all that great, but I'm determined to get my love back. Even if I can no longer call myself part of a kingdom.
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『"I keep searching and searching whether it may be anything from finding out what true love is or the fact that I wonder why my own kind hide in the very existence of this forest. Was it that our beauty scared others? Or was it our way of life?"』《 Kalona Rosey Avelino 》✦ Nick Name(s): Kal, Rose, Rosey✦ Species: Fairy✦ Age: Twenty • 20[ I forgot but what is he other female or person should be? I'm sorry if I posted early I didn't even get to finish it yet till now. ._.] 《 Fairy Appearance 》✦ Snow White colored wings along with a tint of lilac in her wing color✦ Eye color is lilac colored✦ Five feet two inches exactly[ I forgot but what is the other female or person should be? I'm sorry if I posted early I didn't even get to finish it yet till now. ._.]
《 Caterina Bella Avaley 》► Nick Name(s): Bella, Izzy, Iz► Age: Twenty-Two • 22 《 Elfin Appearance 》► Hazel colored eyes► 5'4"Ft► Pointed Ears
[Sorry, that took longer than I thought it would :oreally i was just finding my motivation xp]Prince Ellar Kevlamir was not a nice person. He’d grown up on the rough side, despite his pampered status, being the eldest in a royal family of four children . . . did not grant you the most heavenly of lives. The responsibility was endless, and the sneers he collected from his brother – Prince Daeymar – could fill the kingdom top to bottom. Though Ellar and Fae got along well, Adin was not much of a fan of him; actually Adin wasn’t a fan of anyone really. He was rebellious as those petty humans, whom this world has long since seen deceased. Never paid attention to anything he was told, never bothered to try to hard really. After all, third son in line for the throne? It was unlikely that he’d be handed the crown even once in his life time. Even if Ellar were to wither away and hand the crown to Daeymar only to be followed into the afterlife, he would only hail for a few years as an elderly king. No practice, no learnings. Ellar – however – had met someone. And not any someone either; many would call him soft, that his heart had melted, and though his youth granted him this right, they would not take so kindly to knowing that for a while now he had been seeing, well, a fairy. A light fairy at that. Having first met her it had not gone over well, but there was an allure that he hadn’t been able to pinpoint and since then things had escalated. They’ve been meeting whenever the day granted them time, and it had been nearly a week since the last time it had been so kind. Ellar broke through to a clearing, the canopy of withering leaves sprouting sunspots that caused his eyes to slit. Ellar had never appreciated the sunlight, but for her he tried. Stepping forward Ellar rubbed his hands together, avoiding the quiet babbling of water dripping through the trees.
Kalona felt like it was any other day in the forest with her own kind but it was different because she fell for a elf who was quite high in the hierarchy system while she was a lowly rank hiding in the forest. She didn't mind it but her attitude of being stubborn and always hiding her true self slowly died when she met, Ellar. Though something about him intrigued her. Maybe it was his own stubbornness as well? Maybe. All she knew was that being a fairy had it's perks. She had have that alluring ability but that's not what made her really fall for him. It was him melting to her gentle smile and even soft laugh but it slowly turned to a harsh feature on her face when she realized he was going to kill her. That day she got lucky. Kal didn't know how lucky but she just did. Kalona realized she wasn't suppose to be meeting with this elf and nor was he suppose to be meeting with her but they kept it secret for both their sake's or else they would both end up dead.Just somehow, Kalona Rosey Avelino remembered it on this very day when it was about for him and both combined a week or two since they first met. Though while she was wearing her gear for hunting for her family she felt a prescience and thought only it could be Ellar and she got used to his movements and sounds but today it was different when she was hunting. Sword in hand she was ready to attack the very deer in front of her but when she heard his movement the deer hurried away. Kal merely sighed and turned around to face him."Ellar really? That was going to be the dinner for my family and I. You really got to stop that when I'm hunting."She said sarcastically while putting the sword back in it's sheath.
[Ahaha, well I’m very glad you liked it! :D I’m sitting here listening to Pandora and You & Me by Lighthoue came on and I’m just like . . . that’s not fair. This sounds like them, and it’s not fair that I’m feeling the feels so early in the roleplay. Gah.]It hadn’t been to terribly long that they’ve been seeing one another, true, but was it too much to ask for a kind introduction? Sometimes he wondered if this ‘light’ kingdom they all hated so much was as wispy as everyone said they were, or if her sarcasm just came with the fact that he was an elf. Whatever the reasoning Ellar’s eyes flickered to where the doe had run off too, the rustle of the bushes still rattling in his hearing. It settled quickly afterwards and the prince looked over at her, taking a few steps forward. “Good afternoon, miss.” he greeted with dry sarcasm, the gold of his eyes rolling to high heaven. He was simply teasing, that much was obvious by now – he was too overly good at the whole ‘funny guy’ gig, joking wasn’t part of the job description. The prince stepped forward, a hesitance in his figure before he reached out and swiped her around the waist. Whoever said he couldn’t be smooth was a damned liar, they taught you a load of dung in court, but this? This was natural; fitting for a prince wasn’t it? He wound his arm around her, dragging her to his chest and laying his other hand on her waist, brushing his thumb over the fabric of her clothing. Bending his head down he settled his forehead against her own. “You look . . .” he paused, still getting used to calling her such thing. “Beautiful.” It wasn’t that he thought she wasn’t beautiful, all faeries were beautiful. It was the fact that he had grown up being told that ‘no, they’re hideous creatures that want to take over our kingdom’ kind of pause. It was in his blood, which – as much as he would have fought against it a week ago – wasn’t beginning to boil in its chilly veins. It was a bold move but he tipped his head and stole a small kiss on her lips.
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