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Fantasy Kingdom's Vow (Opening)

He smiled as he saw the blood rush to the girl's pretty little cheeks. After so many years, he'd gotten used to the way girls looked at him. But this one was different. He could practically hear her heart pound underneath the layer of orange nobody in Theiya would wear, even in their sleep.


He hadn't known much of the princess in Atherton - she stayed within the palace walls mostly, but from what he'd heard, she was a beauty. There were always whispers going about her around the marketplaces, rumors spread by bored housewives who had nothing better to do with their lives. They were bad, those rumors, each more incredulous than the next, explaining the reasons for her anonymity, and anyone with a right mind wouldn't believe them, Jackson being one of them. There was only one rumor that had proven to be true so far - that she was, indeed, a beauty.


He couldn't help laugh at how innocent she was, speaking to him as if he was family, even though they'd only just met. Hopefully, she wouldn't be as easy of a prey - Jackson loved a good challenge. But with a smile like hers, he was willing to let go of a few personal wants.


"It's a beautiful horse," he said, and he meant it. Its coat was so white, sunlight dancing on it. "Jessica...what a beautiful name. Suits a person like you," he said grinning. "The name is Jackson, and may I be rude enough to ask - are you from Atherton?"
 
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Felicis said:
He smiled as he saw the blood rush to the girl's pretty little cheeks. After so many years, he'd gotten used to the way girls looked at him. But this one was different. He could practically hear her heart pound underneath the layer of orange nobody in Theiya would wear, even in their sleep.
He hadn't known much of the princess in Atherton - she stayed within the palace walls mostly, but from what he'd heard, she was a beauty. There were always whispers going about her around the marketplaces, rumors spread by bored housewives who had nothing better to do with their lives. They were bad, those rumors, each more incredulous than the next, explaining the reasons for her anonymity, and anyone with a right mind wouldn't believe them, Jackson being one of them. There was only one rumor that had proven to be true so far - that she was, indeed, a beauty.


He couldn't help laugh at how innocent she was, speaking to him as if he was family, even though they'd only just met. Hopefully, she ouldn't be as easy of a prey - Jackson loved a good challenge. But with a smile like hers, he was willing to let go of a few personal wants.


"It's a beautiful horse," he said, and he meant it. It's coat was so white, sunlight dancing on it. "Jessica...what a beautiful name. Suits a person like you," he said grinning. "The name is Jackson, and may I be rude enough to ask - are you from Atherton?"
(DONT DOOO ITTTTTTTT)
 
[QUOTE="Eden Smithe](DONT DOOO ITTTTTTTT)

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(I hope you enjoyed your last precious moments with your lovely princess <3)
 
Phantasia said:

Cobalt wasn't able to move watching the execution. It's not that the violence bothered him, he grew up with bloodshed. But it was the fact that one of the only knights that weren't thirsty for blood was able to slice a head right off. He kept his eyes on the ground below him, watching as citizens below cheered on for the display. It was sickening, through understandable. He kept his cheek, which was now turning pink and fitting the form of his hand, pressed against his fist.


He had no clue of the presence that was in the far corner of the room watching him like a hormonal teenage boy. That was way out of the ordinary for the young male, he was usually so observant. He sat up a little straighter, trying to break out of his trance.




@Deviced


[ I'm sorry but I can't get over how he's naked, my god why? ]
(I guess its your turn to get rekt huhuhu)


Anexius fidgeted around where he stood on guard, feeling unsettled though he wasn't sure of why or what. Something just felt off. It was like a dark cloud hanging over him like a bad omen. It got so bad to the point that another one of the castle knights that stood opposite to him asked him what was wrong.


"Unwell Anexius? That's quite unlike you."


He snapped out of his little reverie and chuckled slightly under his breath and said nothing was wrong. He knew how close minded Theiyan's could be and he didn't want to be labeled as a heretic. However he excused himself and went to look for the Prince, passing hallways decorated with enough history to bore even the most avid of historians. He passed a grand staircase and his eyes narrowed when he noticed just the slightest of dirt on the carpets. Because of the dark colors, they were barely noticeable which was probably why no one had realized.


Only a few people were allowed upstairs and quickly drawing his conclusions, he ran up the stairs hurriedly following the faded dusty footprints up to a door. Carefully he knocked on the door, waiting for a response. He drew his blade halfway out of its sheathe, tense. He after all needed to be careful in case the door suddenly opened to some person bashing him on the head and knocking him out. He really didn't want to end up tied up and naked in a musty old cupboard for someone to find. "Hello? Someone in there?" He called out, unaware that both the Prince of Theiya and Atherton were inside together with the latter being completely naked and having no place to hide.


@Phantasia @Deviced
 
Jessica nodded as she ran her fingers through Catie's mane. "Yea.. She's the loyalist horse I have.. She was always there for me when I was young. My parents gave me her when I was just three when she was just a pony." she giggled and cuddled in closer with Catie as she neighed with happiness. Jessica looked back up at the male and smiled radiantly.


Mother always told Jessica not to talk to strangers but she didn't understand why she would say that. This male who called himself Jackson seemed friendly to Jessica's eyes but not to Catie's eyes.
"Well Y-" Before Jessica could finish her sentence, Catie kicked her back legs as Jessica leaned in, almost falling on her horse's neck. Fixing her posture, she replied to his question without Catie interrupting her. "No...? Yea- No I am not from Atherton. I am defiantly not from Atherton. Nope- never heard of that place before." Jessica said boldly, lifting her chin up a bit as she clenched the leash, feeling a bit bad that she lied but a bit great that she did. Heck yea! You go girl! You go tell him! Jessica just had an arrow of realization struck her. Maybe she kind of over did it. Her hands started to sweat as she felt herself getting hot, not because of the bright sun, because she was embarrassed. "T-Too much...?"


@Felicis


 
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Jackson chuckled at the girl's vain attempts to cover up her lie. Her horse, however, was proving to be a problem. One wrong move and everything could go down in flames. He mounted off Anastasia, slowly guiding her to where Jessica was still seated atop her horse. Slowly, he hummed into the white horse's ear and gently stroked her gleaming mane, calming her down. "Perhaps just a little bit," he said with a gesture of his hands and laughed lightly. "But don't worry, I can keep a secret." With a wink, he held out his hand to help her off the horse. "I know this may sound sudden, but would you join me for breakfast? I know this lovely place, and you must be starving." He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for something that would give away her response, hoping she'd say yes.
 
Jessica looked at Jackson who was... whispering..? into Catie's ear. Catie didn't do anything much after that, she just stood still and felt at peace, well in Jessica's eyes at least. Does that mean you trust him Catie..? Well if you trust him then I will too... Jessica looked at Jackson's hand and grabbed it slowly. Looking back at him, their eyes have locked. Jessica was in a trance, lost in his eyes and didn't really hear the question. Without a thought, she said softly. "Yes, I'd love too..." She got off Catie slowly. W-Wait... what did I just agree too..?


@Felicis
 
Felicis said:
Jackson chuckled at the girl's vain attempts to cover up her lie. Her horse, however, was proving to be a problem. One wrong move and everything could go down in flames. He mounted off Anastasia, slowly guiding her to where Jessica was still seated atop her horse. Slowly, he hummed into the white horse's ear and gently stroked her gleaming mane, calming her down. "Perhaps just a little bit," he said with a gesture of his hands and laughed lightly. "But don't worry, I can keep a secret." With a wink, he held out his hand to help her off the horse. "I know this may sound sudden, but would you join me for breakfast? I know this lovely place, and you must be starving." He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for something that would give away her response, hoping she'd say yes.
(AT this rate Theiya will have all of Atherton's royalty >:3))
 
[QUOTE="Jacob Berry](AT this rate Theiya will have all of Atherton's royalty >:3))

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(NOT IF EDEN SMITHE HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT! *arrives at theiya, proceeds to be executed* Shit...)
 





[QUOTE="Eden Smithe](DOOONT RAPE THE PRINCESS AND IM FINE WITH ANYTHING)
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(HE CAN RAPE ME
xD )


 
Richard sat in his throne, it was a large one, plated in gold and gems, it gleamed as the sun shone on it, just barely as the sun had began to set. The rest of the room dark, and smelled of... blood? Yes, blood. Richard slowly tapped his fingers on one of the arm rests, resting his head on a close hand as he watched Commander Peter grovel and beg in front of him. The man was bloody, only wearing a tunic on, Richard rolled his eyes at the grovelling man, "Peter do you have a family?"


"O-only a w-w-wife, m-m'lord. We are planning on making a child soon." Peter replied, snot-nosed, tears streaming down his face. Richard offered a grin and stood up abruptly. The two other guards in the rooms straightened, their black armor squeaking as they did. Richard slowly strode towards the man, each step putting fear into the poor sods life.


"Good, my loyal subject. And for that, we will be making sure you can't make a child. We wouldn't want you to pass on your ignorance and stupidity. Now would we." Richard was kneeling now, blood getting on his black pants as he did so, he was whispering now. Peter's eyes went wide, he had broken long ago, but it looked like he might break again. Richard relished in that thought as he slowly pulled out a dagger, a rusty one to be exact, "Oh, and I'll be taking your tongue too."


The two guards held Peter down, making sure he wasn't to struggle, Richard smiled at the man before grabbing his tongue, placing the rusty dagger on it, "Y'know Peter, I'll let you keep your job, just be careful what you say..." He paused, chuckling, "Oh wait, you won't be able to talk from now on." Richard proceeded to cut the man's tongue out, the rusty knife digging into the rough skin of the tongue, blood splattering all over. Peter screamed and cried and struggled, but no one cared, or could hear anything. Once the tongue was completely out, Richard waved it in front of Peter before standing up, motioning to the guards, "I'm done here. I have a dinner to get ready for. Get rid of his Cock and balls to... can't have him populating this world with his awful children." He left the room, grinning with enjoyment, making his way towards Cobalt's room to tell him they'd be having a dinner with some guests later.


(Sorry for the darkness)
 
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[QUOTE="Jacob Berry]Richard sat in his throne, it was a large one, plated in gold and gems, it gleamed as the sun shone on it, just barely as the sun had began to set. The rest of the room dark, and smelled of... blood? Yes, blood. Richard slowly tapped his fingers on one of the arm rests, resting his head on a close hand as he watched Commander Peter grovel and beg in front of him. The man was bloody, only wearing a tunic on, Richard rolled his eyes at the grovelling man, "Peter do you have a family?"
"O-only a w-w-wife, m-m'lord. We are planning on making a child soon." Peter replied, snot-nosed, tears streaming down his face. Richard offered a grin and stood up abruptly. The two other guards in the rooms straightened, their black armor squeaking as they did. Richard slowly strode towards the man, each step putting fear into the poor sods life.


"Good, my loyal subject. And for that, we will be making sure you can't make a child. We wouldn't want you to pass on your ignorance and stupidity. Now would we." Richard was kneeling now, blood getting on his black pants as he did so, he was whispering now. Peter's eyes went wide, he had broken long ago, but it looked like he might break again. Richard relished in that thought as he slowly pulled out a dagger, a rusty one to be exact, "Oh, and I'll be taking your tongue too."


The two guards held Peter down, making sure he wasn't to struggle, Richard smiled at the man before grabbing his tongue, placing the rusty dagger on it, "Y'know Peter, I'll let you keep your job, just be careful what you say..." He paused, chuckling, "Oh wait, you won't be able to talk from now on." Richard proceeded to cut the man's tongue out, the rusty knife digging into the rough skin of the tongue, blood splattering all over. Peter screamed and cried and struggled, but no one cared, or could hear anything. Once the tongue was completely out, Richard waved it in front of Peter before standing up, motioning to the guards, "I'm done here. I have a dinner to get ready for. Get rid of his Cock and balls can't have him populating this world with his awful children." He left the room, grinning with enjoyment, making his way towards Cobalt's room to tell him they'd be having a dinner with some guests later.


(Sorry for the darkness)

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(Memories of the movie 'Old Boy' is rushing back. Oh gawd...)
 
[QUOTE="Jacob Berry]Richard sat in his throne, it was a large one, plated in gold and gems, it gleamed as the sun shone on it, just barely as the sun had began to set. The rest of the room dark, and smelled of... blood? Yes, blood. Richard slowly tapped his fingers on one of the arm rests, resting his head on a close hand as he watched Commander Peter grovel and beg in front of him. The man was bloody, only wearing a tunic on, Richard rolled his eyes at the grovelling man, "Peter do you have a family?"
"O-only a w-w-wife, m-m'lord. We are planning on making a child soon." Peter replied, snot-nosed, tears streaming down his face. Richard offered a grin and stood up abruptly. The two other guards in the rooms straightened, their black armor squeaking as they did. Richard slowly strode towards the man, each step putting fear into the poor sods life.


"Good, my loyal subject. And for that, we will be making sure you can't make a child. We wouldn't want you to pass on your ignorance and stupidity. Now would we." Richard was kneeling now, blood getting on his black pants as he did so, he was whispering now. Peter's eyes went wide, he had broken long ago, but it looked like he might break again. Richard relished in that thought as he slowly pulled out a dagger, a rusty one to be exact, "Oh, and I'll be taking your tongue too."


The two guards held Peter down, making sure he wasn't to struggle, Richard smiled at the man before grabbing his tongue, placing the rusty dagger on it, "Y'know Peter, I'll let you keep your job, just be careful what you say..." He paused, chuckling, "Oh wait, you won't be able to talk from now on." Richard proceeded to cut the man's tongue out, the rusty knife digging into the rough skin of the tongue, blood splattering all over. Peter screamed and cried and struggled, but no one cared, or could hear anything. Once the tongue was completely out, Richard waved it in front of Peter before standing up, motioning to the guards, "I'm done here. I have a dinner to get ready for. Get rid of his Cock and balls to... can't have him populating this world with his awful children." He left the room, grinning with enjoyment, making his way towards Cobalt's room to tell him they'd be having a dinner with some guests later.


(Sorry for the darkness)

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(holy... mellow what did u get us all into xD )
 
Jackson smiled to himself as he helped her off the horse, and didn't let go of it. Taking the reigns of the two horses, he led them both to the nearby town, in which was a shop that sold the best coffee money could buy.


This town, like every other one in Theiya, was buzzing with people swarming around ornate objects laid out on silk cloth on the ground. Children whizzed past by their feet, shouts and cries drowned by the stomping of horses as carts rattled by, dangerously close to them. He laced his fingers into Jessica's, and held tightly, afraid that if he let go she would get lost in the pressing crowds. The air was musty, smelt like sewage, and he could feel Anastasia getting angsty because of the crowds. He stroked her mane with his free hand, while he called out to Jessica over the noise of the market. "Hang on tight, Jess!"
 
[QUOTE="Jacob Berry]((THIS IS JUST THE tip OF RICHARD'S EVILNESS))

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(Sounds like a pun for rape)
 

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