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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 6:37 pm
Matters of the Heart  The Storyteller Once upon a time there was a hero. His kingdom loved him very very much. And he, in turn, protected the kingdom. The people and the king were happy. But the hero was not. Princesses from all over flocked to him. They wanted to give this hero their hearts and in turn, fill his with love and happiness but the hero could not love them. The hero struck down dangerous monsters had strength most men could only dream of and was given riches and lands and homes but he was not happy. Then, a mysterious blight came across the land. Crops wilted and lifestock died. Strange, rabid creatures began appearing in the night. And He appeared. His hair was as white as snow with eyes as silver as moonlight and skin as pale and chill as a man dead He came and claimed he could save the kingdom banish the monsters of darkness heal the land of its ills if only if only just only he would be given permission to live with the hero for as long as he desired. What right had the people or hero to refuse? The hero was doing his best but the monsters of the night were endless and matters of the land he could not cure. So He was allowed to stay and the plagues simply vanished. Something was not right about this that much was uneasily clear this stranger was not as simple a savior as he appeared. And yet the beauty of a man lingered like a ghost in the hero's house and somehow managed to steal what the kingdom treasured the most. The Hero's heart. The Hero: The savior's name is Emery. He towers over many with his grand height of a bit over 6 feet tall. His body muscular and strong, very powerful and full of life. The olive skin only made his forest green eyes shine vibrantly like emeralds. The man is 23 years of age and though he smiles, the love of which many wish to grant him just doesn't seem like the right. Though the man is loved by many, he has friends of few. Many believed that the only friend he ever had for the longest time was his horse. His body had of average hair and his dark brown, soft hair is long enough to tie in a relatively long ponytail. Young Emery has a very kind nature, though it's not docile and owns a courageous heart, he generally seems.. empty. A soul as lost a child looking for a home, but too shy to use his voice. He doesn't talk much but most of the time, he doesn't have to since his many facial expressions generally give his thoughts away. The Villain: His name is Wax. His hair is white, his eyes are silver, and his skin is pale. His body is of average height, but slight build. He is oddly hairless for a man on the face and body. Age: 25. Often aloof, and always seems to be observing things going on around him. Wax also seemed to enjoy doing things just 'to see what happens'. Other Characters:The Hunter: Boris. A man often with the Hero and helping with monster extermination. He currently is nursing a broken arm thanks to the monster of the night he and the hero (and all others in the kingdom of able body) have been trying to fight back. Slightly above average height, unshaven and very hairy (and often smelly). Very muscular. Brown hair that curls slightly on his head and is shoulder-length, and a very curly beard. Dirt-brown eyes. Age: 36. A man of honor and pride. Hunts his own meals and usually lives in a little cabin in the woodlands. Weapon of choice: bow and arrow. Sometimes uses his skinning knife as a dagger as well. He will insist on living with the Hero while Wax (who Boris is highly suspicious of) stays there. The Blacksmith: Alex is a joyously loud fellow. A man with bright blonde hair and as lean of a body as him shouldn't be the blacksmith. After a long days work, his blonde hair would be black and his fair skin sullied from the soot created in his shop. He's only 30 but he's very brash and a bit.. too joyful. He has tendencies to "appear" unannounced in either Emery's or Boris' homes because they close to rivers or lakes to clean himself up! Though he can be lazy and selfish, he is passionate in his craft! His blue eyes make art!! If he's working on a new cut of steel, it's difficult to get his attention! Currently, he's working a few new weapons for customers, along with gifts for his friends. Other Info: -Emery's manor is pale brown with an oak column entry way. The latch door to his dining room has silver handle and linings. Each window is stained glass and the two story building has several bedrooms made of maple, oak and brick. It does seem like a lot for just one person to stay in, but if this was Emery's home, then he wasn't going to complain, especially if there was small stable for his horse in the back. Ivy grows and climbs up in the front of the manor, and the young man does trim it every once and awhile, but never removes it because he knows there are animals that live in it. However, for a hero that slays nothing but monsters to protect a kingdom, his home is very ironically selected. Out of the kitchen window can be seen a beautiful sparkling pond with a vast array of creatures and next to it, the local cemetery. The Rules & Facts:-Follow Gaia ToS. That means no 'serious romance' for characters under 18 years of age. -My posts usually mirror what I'm given. Give me one-liners and I'll give the same, and likely get bored if posts are too short too often ('short' = less than a paragraph) ;w; Sorry, that's the truth. -Come into this rp with your half of the story please! Make your own plots, characters, and etc! Again, the more I'm given the more I tend to give back creativity-wise! This is a magical land full of monsters, magic, and mayhem! Go for broke! xD -I'm fine with grammar/spelling mistakes (I make many of those myself!) but please use proper punctuation and capitalization~ -This RP will start with Wax arriving at the hero's home. -To be accepted into the rp, send me a PM titled "I'll Give You My Heart" with a small character blurb for The Hero (and hopefully maybe a character from the kingdom or outside it to fit The Huntsman?), and a description of the Hero's home.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 2:50 pm
He strode slowly along like a cat already thinking It owned the place, silver eyes glinting in the sun as he looked around himself. Not at the guards that were escorting him, men who hardly hid their unease around the man who'd made the kindgom's newfound plagues vanish as quickly as they'd come. The monsters of the night no longer appeared (none besides the 'normal' fair of monsters) and livestock that had previously taken ill were now starting to recover overnight. Whether the crops would soon be green and growing again would take some more time to see, but the farmers were all very hopeful. Wax cared not for all that. It was boring, matters that were predictable and did not interest him. No, instead the white-haired man that creepily resembled some sort of walking corpse wanted to know more about the 'hero' of this kingdom, the one rumored to have a heart full of courage and the strength of three men his size. Wax was highly curious to see where such a local legend lived, and when he and his guard escort finally arrived he was not disappointed. The home was larger than life, yet also nearly blended into the earth and trees around it, the exterior a simple brown wood color and ivy creeping on it. It was the windows that truly made it even stand out from any other large simple wooden home of this grand size. Stained glass with all sorts of colors of the rainbow, depicting a sword here or a monster there; likely having to do with some of the Hero's various exploits, of course. Was was wondering whether the hero really had managed to slay a dragon at one point or another when he blinked and noticed there was someone waiting for his arrival … but it took only a closer look to quickly discern it was not the hero himself waiting. This man standing by the front column-lined entrance had a unstrung bow at his back along with a full quiver; weapons the Hero was not said to use. Plus the major giveaway was the man's dirt-smeared hair was too dark a brown and his dirt-brown eyes not anywhere near the green it was said the Hero had. The man under inspection, Boris, narrowed his eyes when the pale stranger's gaze just slid off of him and right back towards the house itself. The guards, duty seemingly done, were quick to leave though some looked with more than a little awe back over their shoulder. “Now listen here, ya little worm--” Boris growled lowly, ready to set down ground rules and let the little s**t know he wasn't about to allow a weird, magical freak like him hurt his friend, when Wax just walked right past the hunter mid-sentence and opened the front door, letting himself in and walking on. The short-haired male tilted his head and looked around as he strolled on inside, silver eyes not even blinking as he looked around in a disturbingly (for Boris) feline manner. “H-hey, get back here!” Boris hurried in after the man, grabbing the shorter male by the back of the shirt and holding him tight. “I wasn't done speaking to you,” he growled, though Wax didn't seem to care, still looking around. “Where's the hero then? This is his house, isn't it?” “You'll see Emery when I'm done talking to you how many times do I have to say it!” Wax sighed in a bored manner, still not even looking Boris' way, nose wrinkling, but not in distaste. Simply in reaction to a smell. “You stink.” “And you are not going to hurt a single hair on Emery's head, got it runt?” “Maybe. Is he in the stable? I heard he likes horses. Or was it just one horse? Same place either way.” Impossibly, Wax's clothes suddenly slipped out of the hunter's clenched fist like water, the pale male walking through the home looking for the back way out with a confused and angry hunter on his heels. * Not too far away, more in the city, the ring and clanging of metal from the blacksmith's shop seemed to attract a very small audience. A small, furry audience of one, that is. Most people knew better than to try to get Alex's attention when he was working, and had patience to wait to see the glorious finished product the other made. But one small cat slunk curiously into the shop, slit silver eyes wide and curious with a warmth behind them. The white feline padded right into the thick of things, jumping at falling sparks with the glee of a kitten and tail a-twitch when a pounced-on spark wasn't caught alive in its paws. With a loud meow the cat abandoned the spark-hunt and hoped onto a bench where discarded metal parts and such were left for later attention. With the single-mindedness of an animal, the stray began pushing and batting the stuff around, sniffing for food.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 7:48 pm
The sun twinkled low in the afternoon. Ivy tangled the house and before the guests came by, the birds and butterflies lingered throughout them to rest in the warm sun. But when Boris and the new man confronted, that was when the birds flew away.
Out in the back stables, the tall man was just getting back from a short walk through the woods around the cemetery behind his home. He was walking beside his horse instead of riding her for her belly was big and had been so for the past months. If he needed to ride somewhere, he'd take the stallion that roamed around the cemetery.... when the stallion let him. But for time being, it was was just Emery and his mare walking back to the stable. From the back, he could hear his friend shout in the front.
"oh... " he sighed. His brow furrowed and a slight frown formed. His shoulders dropped a bit as he began to remove the reigns off of his mare and filled her trough with water. He'd be sure to come back and give her some carrots for the night when he was about to leave to reluctantly greet his new guest. Then something gripped his sleeve and made him laugh.
"Haha, I know, Wild. I'll be alright, " he told his steed, graciously petting her neck and nuzzling his head against her's. With a few quiet whinnies and grunts, she seemed pleased and walked over to her trough.
Young Emery stepped inside his home. He remembered the whole process of how it happened. The King had summoned him and given the information about this newcomer and how everything could be solved if the man came to stay with him. Before the thought of 'how this was supposed to solve anything' came to his mind, the young brunette nodded in understanding and the king took that as an acceptance. Of course, he wasn't going to argue with the King. He had just swallowed his concerns and allowed the other to stay.
So now Emery's green eyes searched the open dining hall and came to meet with Boris' and grinned. He let out a light laugh and approached the two. From a distance, his height wasn't as apparent as when he stood beside the two. He towered over them and placed his hand on Boris' shoulder.
"Please, don't worry yourself over me, Boris. You still need take care of yourself" he charmed with a bird-like voice and gave a small giggle. Then he glanced to the newcomer and though his smile was gone, he still welcomed the other with a pleasant for voice and held his large hand out to shake his hand.
"Welcome to my home." he spoke and eventually did smile again.
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Alex was working on a set of arrows for Boris. Taking the last arrow head and scraping each dull side across his trusty sharpening slate. The head's iron side eventually shined as Alex began to speak to it.
"Yes, my little friend, your purpose may be a gruesome one, but I ensure you.. that.. your initial attack.. will not be cruel.. " he was referring to when Boris would most likely use his arrow for hunting. The sharper the head, the farther the arrow dig into a creature's flesh. Hoping that the loud hunter was a decent shot, he wouldn't have to worry of his dinner suffering.
Quickly, however, his concentration was broken when the kitten mewed. A speck of white in his shop was rare. Most things would be covered by soot or dirt. "Well, hello little one.. What brings you here?" he asked nonchalantly and then turned back to his work. He sipped from his canteen and placed down on the floor.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 2:20 pm
"Somebody needs to worry about your a**," the hunter grumbled at the hero, though seeing the man and stranger standing right in front of one another was slightly reliving. Emery could snap the little ghost in two like a dry twig, no matter how 'light' his voice sounded. The problem was Boris knew the giant of a man didn't have a mean bone in his body unless someone hurt him first ... or his horse. Emery flipped his s**t when it came to anyone (or anything) stupid enough to have a go at the horse. Nevertheless Boris crossed his arms and didn't seem to be leaving soon.
Wax looked up at the hero, silver eyes sliding up and down the well-muscled man and lingering on the other's face before taking the hero's hand and shaking it lightly. Wax's skin was cool, clammy, and dry. "I thank you for your hospitality. I imagine you didn't build this home yourself. Did you have it built to your specifications or simply choose it as it was? I hear you have a horse. I wish to see the horse." The pale stranger's voice was without emotional inflection; it all seemed a string of stated facts as Wax stared Emery in the eyes, then patiently waited for a response.
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The feline perked when spoken to, seemingly unbothered by the loud screeching of metal as it was sharpened. Most animals would likely find a racket like that to be highly undesirable, but the feline didn't seem to even make much note of it. When the blacksmith put his canteen down on the ground, the kitten curiously leaped down from the table and came over to investigate, pawing at the water container and knocking it over. When wet sloshed out and spilled the kitten licked at the sooty wet puddle created though was still hungry. With paw pads lightly layered in soot, the little animal pawed at Alex's pant leg, meowing more demandingly now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 8:28 pm
"Well, I am glad you're here... the both of you" The hero chuckled and shook the newcomer's hand and smiled to hairy man. His eyebrows raised at the others touch, it was tired and almost lifeless. Emery was ready to give a firm handshake but only gave a light squeeze in fear of breaking the others hand. Eventually the brunette returned his attention to the silver-eyed guest. " I-I suppose I chose it. It was a gift... " he answered simply. The other stared in his eyes rather intensely. His face only gave a very concerned look at the white haired other. He was so pale, it was REALLY like he was a corpse. He so cold too. Something had to be wrong with this man.. health-wise of course. " I'm quite thankful for it.. " he added, glancing at the hunter every now and then, wondering where the conversation was going. He wasn't so much insulted, just confused. Was there something wrong with his home? If so, why did this man want so much to stay with him? Then he was taken back at the mention of his horse. "Well.. It seems you've taken some time to learn quite a bit about me..." he replied surprised. He turned to the huntsman and gestured for the two to follow him in the back. "I used to own just one but recently, I've gained two others.." he told with a bit of a happy grin to his old friend. When they stepped outside, his mare was hidden away in her pen inside the stable. But outside was her new mate! The stallion that was wandering through out the cemetery was there, prancing around wildly about the area. He was a beautiful dark thoroughbred that stood tall with strong legs and hooves. His mane was medium in length but his tail nearly touched the ground and would whip around when he bucked. The stallion snorted and was about to approach his mate's owner when the white man came out. Now the horse didn't draw near and stayed cautious. " This is one of the newer ones. I have yet to name him and he's still fairly wild... But occasionally, he'll let me ride him.." exclaimed the tall man. ~ It would probably take a few good loud mews before it got Alex's attention again. He saw his canteen on the floor and then looked at the little kitten. "Oh~... thirsty were you?" he asked the little white feline. Eventually he put the finished arrowhead on the counter and got up to a barrel filled with wax and pulled out the wooden body of an arrow. But the kitten would give another call and then Alex would be distracted once again. Looking back, he giggled and sighed.
"Oh alright, let's see what I have.. " he spoke out loud, taking his heavy black gloves off. His face was still covered in sweat and ash as he searched about his pantry in the back. Wiping his nose with his sleeve, a bit of his face could be seen when he returned with a small wooden dish and poured in some thick sweet cream. It was just recently stowed away but it was a bit warm, him being the blacksmith and all. He laughed and placed the little dish in front of the kitten. " Perhaps if you get stronger off of this, maybe you could kill a few mice or two, eh?" he smiled.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 2:11 pm
((Pssst, mind changing the seafoam green font to something a little darker~?)) Boris couldn't help but sigh and give a grudging smile Emery's way when told he'd gained two horses. "Oh really now? That why ya been hoofin' it yourself more often than not?" the huntsman asked, having not actually been by to personally visit in a while. And though he'd obviously seen the stallion he hadn't thought hard about why the mare would be laid up besides assuming a pulled muscle or something. "Aw, how long will it be, then? I wanna see the little tyke now," Boris gave a belly-laugh as they all gathered outside, and the stallion eyed them. Well, mostly the creepy stranger, which Boris couldn't blame the beast for. Wax looked the horse over but was curious. This beast did look something standard to what a 'hero' would ride: big, wild, manly. And yet from Emery's words this was not the man's main beast he'd heard much about as being the man's 'only friend'. "People love to talk, so long as you ask," he said simply when the hero pointed out what he knew. "But what kind of horse is your regular steed? What is it like?" Boris grimaced, never having met someone so ... cold and matter-of-fact about anything in his entire life. It just made the pale man even more creepy to him. * The cat seemed to quite like the sound of his own voice, continuing to mew even after he had Alex's full attention, though the little beasty finally quieted down once given warm cream. The little white stray licked the bowl clean in its own time, licking its whiskers once the bowl was completely empty. Then, the little stray purred and rubbed affectionately against the food-giver's ankles; getting soot from Alex's pants smeared on her once-white coat. But the kitten didn't seem to mind, purring and loving before strolling off towards a space beneath the table, curling up for a nap. It seemed Alex had made himself a new friend.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 3:59 pm
Emery was ready to laugh it up with Boris and had almost completely forgot about the newcomer. With a nod to answer Boris's question, the young man couldn't help but give a delighted chuckle. "Foal may be around any day now..." he mentioned with a speck of joy in his voice. Boris is probably used to this by now, but it's not every day simply anyone get to see the lad this happy. Emery was about to approach the stallion when the horse galloped away and through the cemetery again. Before he could really wonder what was troubling his new stallion, he glanced down at the pale soul with them and answered. "Er, Well. She's much lighter in color than that one there. I've raised her since she was a filly so, she and I go fair enough a ways back..." he said. Though, he was bit puzzled at his question. The horse in the stable was an light gray Appaloosa, more of a show horse than a war horse. But she was still sweet and strong. And soon she would give birth to her own... Is that something he wanted to know? Well, Emery figured that he'd never really know unless .. he asked.. A move probably Boris would absolutely be against. " Er..would you like to see her?" he offered. ~ Alex was just about finished with the set of arrows when looked outside and saw the afternoon sun hanging low. Soon, the man decided to close up shop early as he remembered the order that was taking place today with his friends. This new "messiah" of a dead man was to be staying with Emery. Of course he and Boris both disagreed with the whole ordeal and he assumed originally they were going to take a stand against the visitor together, but when Alex gets focused on a job, everything else in the world sort of disappears; especially time. Except the kitten today, that was a treat. So, by putting the fire out and dousing any hot metals in a barrel of water, Alex took one last look around and smiled at his new sleeping kitten and then, packed up Boris's arrows and ran all the way to Emery's home. When he arrived, the blacksmith saw no one out front and panicked! All the fun was happening without him! And so, when the blonde is desperate and needs to find a way in; he makes his own way in.
"EMRY!!! BORIS!!!" he called as he started climbing up a pillar to access the roof, walk carefully (and clumsily) to the back, and jump down into a bail of hay..... Just one problem. No Hay today. So when he was ready to jump down, he panicked and instead dangled from the gutter. "Oh shi-!! AHhHHAhhha!! Where's the hay bail!!!" cried the blonde man, still covered in soot. Just as Emery was about to show Wax his pregnant mare, he stopped to hear Alex causing a racket and couldn't help but glare at Boris, expecting this to be his idea. somehow. "Boris, what's Alex doing here?" he asked. He enjoyed the company of his two friends, but sometimes he did feel that Boris and Alex could be like doting old parents.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 10:27 am
"Yes, I do desire to see her," Wax said simply while Boris was making all sorts of 'No!', 'Don't do that!', and 'What are you thinking?!' faces behind the pale specture of a short male. But of course before Emery could move a racket started up at the front. Boris turned his head with a wince, wondering just what sort of trouble the very-late blacksmith could've gotten up to to need a hay bail, though of course when he realized the hard look was giving him the hunter gave a lame sort of smile as if trying to look innocent. "No idea; I'll just go make sure he isn't dying then," he said and bolted towards the sound of the blacksmith's screams and shouts. Of course the blond (covered from head to toe in soot so he hardly looked it) was dangling precariously from the roof. Boris heaved a sigh and stood below the blond, holding his arms out. "Jus' come down ya ninny, I've got ya; and you're late," he hissed. * While the hunter ran off Wax just shrugged and looked back up at Emery. "Lets see the horse then." ((Sorry es short ;w; ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 7:28 am
Alex sort of quieted down when he heard Boris coming. Though he was still hyperventilating, he was ready to drop down at anytime. " Boris, take no offense when I say this, alright? But .. " He grunted to hang on," You're shorter than Emery, so this will end up being.. A longer fall~!" He answered. Alex had been so used to the stack of hay being there, he didn't realize just how high he actually was off the ground. His feet hovered no more than about two feet off the ground. "I just don't.." He grunted again, trying to hang a little longer," want to hurt you~..... And I have a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why I was late! It in the bag!" He hollered, not ready to let go! ~ Emery, on the hand, figured that the two will figure things out safely and opened the stable door to walk in with his guest. Of course he was still suspicious, he supposed that anyone would want to see his beloved horse, she was magnificent after all. She stood in the corner of the room, munching on hay and oats of the sort. Emery had moved the entire hay bail by himself and into the stables so his pregnant horse could dine whenever she wanted to. When Emery hopped over the fence to greet her, she returned with a happy whinny like she always does. "Hello again, girl~" he muttered happily, reaching up to stroke her neck as she rubbed her long snout against his face, making him giggle. He remembered he still had his guest. " This is Wild~." He introduced, though Wild didnt seem to take kindly to the sickly pale man.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:58 pm
Boris gave a very heavy eye-roll at the blacksmith and gave the other man a very heavy smack on the sooty back/pack for his 'silliness'. "For god's sake man, just let go already! You ninny!" As it was only two feet Boris didn't care whether this cause Alex to fall onto his a** or more neatly onto his feet, just crossing his meaty arms and loking down at the slightly shorter blond. "Well? What was so important you'd rather leave Emery to this damned demon from hell, huh?" he grunted, grabbing the bag and opening it up only to pause and blink at the (to him) beautiful sight of a fresh set of arrows sitting fine and true in a little bundle. He'd need to use his own feathers to fletch them, sure, but taking one and gently testing the edge he couldn't help but admire the sharpness of the metal. so much better than the stone heads he'd been chipping for himself most of his life. "... Huh." * Wax followed Emery like some haunting spirit, face unmoved at the beautiful sight of the pregnant mare. Though he did approve of the name. 'Wild' ... it fit. Much better than most names people chose anyway. Though ... "Between your two horses, I would say the other is more 'wild'," Wax stated simply without emotion. He didn't seem to care the horses did not care for him; Wax was used to animals disliking him. "It is curious. You are not so straightforward as some would paint you to be, hero. Now onto other things. How many bedrooms does your home have, and how many are open? I would like to make my choice of living space." It was odd; still Wax spoke as if he truly didn't care much about what he was saying ... or anything, really.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:40 pm
Alex could feel his back and panicked for just a minute once he let go and then landed safely on his feet. The hunter was looking in the bag. "You're welcome~" he huffed, readjusting himself on the ground. " Besides, Emery is a big lad, if he needs help, I'm sure he'd ask for it~" he grumbled, walking over to the nearby pond to clean his hair and face. Of course, Alex hadn't known the hero as long as Boris had. The hunter probably disagreed with that last statement since Emery does have problems speaking up. ~ The tall man was happy showing off his mare to the newcomer. "Well, before she got pregnant she was very wild. But I've been with her a very long time... And I suppose I'm not the best at naming.. " he bashfully admitted. But just before the hero began to get the mare to relax, the man changed subjects. Emery was ready to get the pale man to pet his steed, but he was already off thinking about what room to stay in. It took a moment for Emery to reply as his horse continued to distract him. Eventually, he did feed a carrot or two to the mother mare in order to happily escape her nuzzling. He hopped back over the fence and escorted his guest out of the stable. " Bedroom.." He repeated to himself in his head, "well about five rooms including my own. Would you need more blankets? " he asked curiously. An odd question to ask the supposéd "villain". But Emery, being the kind, naive, and (somewhat) shy hero that he is, figured he would offer since clearly this man was already suffering from some kind of terrible disease were he walked around as a corpse. "It must be cold at night for you.." He added, thinking he was being sincere, and not intending to seem rude.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 10:29 am
"Uh-huh," Boris said in a sarcastic agreement, "an' he doesn't make a habit of lettin' other folks walk all over him on a regular basis." The hunter shook his head with a sigh before grabbing Alex by the back of his sooty shirt and draging him on over towards the stable where he thought the hero and the leech of a man had to be. Though when he got in all he saw was Wild quietly munching on her hay, belly big and round with the little filly or colt inside. Boris chuckled, pausing to admire her a moment and letting go of the blacksmith. "... Look, Alex," The hunter began after a moment of silence, looking towards the sooty blond with a frown. "This guy, he's up to no good. I can feel it. What's worse is ... he may be magic." The hunter looked serious as he'd even been, gazing steadily at the pregnant mare. "Magic ... magic is no good." * Wax had followed Emery out of the stable and towards the house, tilting his head at the questions. "I will not require any more blankets than would be normal, no. I will prefer having the bedroom closest to yours, however," the pale male was quick to demand in as monotone as ever, seemingly not caring about how the bedrooms looked or which was the biggest or smallest. Or coldest or warmest, despite his body temperature. And he didn't seem insulted b the night comment, shrugging his shoulders. "I am not cold. I am numb. There is a difference. May I inspect the room I am to occupy? I would like to unpack my things." Though what 'things' he could possibly have when it looked like he only had the clothes on his back with him, one could only guess.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:29 pm
The blacksmith squeaked as he was being dragged along by the collar of his scruffy shirt," I can walk.." The blonde called. He shuffled himself back to normal and dusting some soot off from where he stood inside the stable. He was ready to lecture the burley man about proper ettiquette of simply asking him to follow him instead of yanking him the way he did, but stopped when the mood seemed to grow relaxed as he saw the pregnant mare. He listened to his colleague and sighed. Okay, so Emery had a few little self-confidence problems. " Well, I, for one, am grateful that .. He's the only one in town who can lift my cauldron easily when I drop something under it.." the blonde mumbled. "Boris, I understand your worry, but that doesn't mean you're right~" he scratched his head. " The lad is young, yes, and has some small insignificant issues, but he is full grown.... Well, I hope he is. 'Cause if he isn't, then he has to raise his door arches.. No, nevermind!" He blurted as his distractive tendencies took the better of him for a moment. "Anyway, the lad is old enough now where he could be a decent judge of character," which he isn't , " and besides, we don't know if he's magical or not. I didn't get a good look at him, but from the glances I saw of him while he made his way here, I only noticed l that he was pale... He could just have a horrid skin condition for all we know~" he shrugged for his argument. " but if his paleness keeps those ghastly creatures of the night at bay, then let him do what he wants! As long as no one gets hurt, right? Ya know... And our friendly giant understands that sacrifices must be made for the peace and well-being of the kingdom..." He elaborated. The only reason Alex wasn't entirely taking his side, was partly because the night the monsters attacked, all of his coal went missing due to them devouring it and some using it as ammunition, and partly for another reason... Alex sat up on top of the fence and looked down at Boris to put a hand on his shoulder," but.." A serious tone came out this time," if this thing, truly is magical, then you, my friend, are in no condition to protect anyone." He was referring to the bearded man's broken arm and poked it gently, " you surely don't need another one of these.." The blacksmith stated with a warm but harsh stare into the other's deep brown eyes... Then he looked over at the horse once again, "By Jove, she's gotten fat! What on earth is that boy feeding her?" He murmured. ~ Oh... Of course, he should've known. There's clearly a difference between being cold.. And .. Numb? Emery may have been kind and strong.. But he wasn't very smart. That's partially why he kept quiet. He didn't like looking like an idiot. He was a hero, his voice didnt matter. He nodded and took the pale man upstairs to show him the room next to his own. Boris or Alex weren't there to challenge the white creature, so Emery was left to set the man up on his own. He wanted to ask why this man named Wax wanted to stay so close to him, but after the first ******** up, Emery didn't really have the heart to question him. He opened the door to the furnished bedroom with the pale green bed frame. The bed was rather large with lavish sheets and decent view of the forest meadows. And the light the came into the room was colored in red and blue due to the stained glass window. The room looked like it had never been used. "This is the room closest to mine, my room has the brass door knob on it" he added, thinking that the pale man would need to know in case He needed Emery's help. He was trying not to think about the word 'numb' anymore. At first, he wondered if it was some kind of disease. "So... Uhm.. Things? Do you need help?" He asked, not really seeing any luggage the man could've come with.
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