I Took You (P) And Now You're Gone

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    Name: Michael James Reyn
    Age: 21
    Personality: Very quiet and reserved, and not very talkative, but very kind and very intelligent. Naturally Michael is not violent whatsoever, no matter what the situation. At first he seems aloof and somewhat strange due to his near constant silence, but once he gets to opening up he's very bright and bubbly, though soft spoken.
    Other: Michael has very small amounts of scars, mostly due to strong hurt as a child. Growing up, his father was rather absent from his life due to constant ruling, but Michael remains very close to his mother and younger brother Gabriel.
    Weapons:
    -Michael has never really seen fit for weaponry due to his naturally peaceful nature, however, he exceeded at archery when given lessons.



    woo! there we go !

    sorry! Had a German test today and came home pretty tired. Basically fell into a comatose until like seven ;(


    It was a normal day, or so it felt like. Michael was doing responsibilities and lessons as always, opting instead to spend time by himself in his room with the door locked and a book in his hand. He never did care much for learning Latin, or meeting with princess from different kingdoms. Especially the latter. Michael's interests were unconventional to say the least. Princesses didn't catch his interest. He was seated calmly at his desk, just watching the hours tick by. Boredom was ceaseless to Michael. Sometimes he wished for something more than sighing into a book every day, more than Latin or princesses or archery lessons. He just wasn't sure quite what it was yet.


    With a hefty sigh the male pushed himself up and stretched, rubbing between his brows with nimble fingers. He found himself sneaking out of his room, sliding off as unseen as possible to perhaps try and take a walk. That sounded about perfect right then. A walk, then maybe some tea. Maybe. He wasn't quite sure. Not yet anyway.


    if that's too short I can totally make it longer it'll just take some coffee

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    OOC: Nope, that's perfect! And don't worry, you get your rest! ^^


    Axel was stuck in a tent, his hazel eyes narrowed and lips pressed together in irritation as he could see men moving about outside. He got to his feet, sliding a cloak on as well as his bow and quiver, boredom driving him to sneaking away for the moment. He took in a soft breath as he crouched, slicing the back of the tent open and dashed away quickly, nimble and agile as his sharp gaze watched for guard men. He couldn't help that he wanted freedom from war, especially when he barely got any sleep and the men harassed him non stop about never sleeping with a woman. They had never held his interest, not even when he was little.


    Axel shook his head as he headed along a familiar trail, wondering if he would be able to see the Prince of the Kingdom they were about to take. His jaw twitched as he kept his hood up, one hand clenchinng his bow as he headed into the Kingdoms territory and made his way towards the castle.

    Thank you! Sorry for the inactivity, I should be on much more now that it's the weekend. (:


    Michael was delighted to find that he was away, and unnoticably so. He walked silently, aside from his footfalls. He made his way off the grounds of his home, wandering off to the woods he was familiar with. He spent much of his time there. Although Michael didn't believe in violence there was a precautionary dagger strapped to his torso beneath his clothing, as always. Gentle as he was he needed to be alive, and he knew that he'd have to defend himself if something happened, even if it meant taking a life.


    The momentary peace was thrown by a sudden, unsettling feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong, just... wrong, and he couldn't help but acknowledge the feeling for a moment. He was sure it was nothing. Maybe something he ate upset his stomach? That had to be it. Nothing could be wrong. He was safe, the kingdom was safe. Everything was fine.

    OOC: Don't worry about being inactive ^^


    Axel quieted his own footsteps as he came close to the Kingdom, pausing in his steps and tilting his head as he swore he heard another pair of footsteps nearby. He frowned a little and slipped behind a huge tree trunk, peering around carefully to see a young man about his age, tilting his head. He wore the fabrics of a rich man, his stomach twisting in irritation until he saw the emblem on the clothes, eyes widening in surprise. It's the prince.. He thought as he crept a bit closer, one hand drifting to his arrow but he hesitated and grumbled quietly. Axel slid his bow over his shoulders and moved ahead, walking down the trail towards the Prince as if he hadn't been just hiding inches away.


    "Well hello.." Axel spoke as he approached the Prince, offering a warm smile as he stopped, his eyes purposely flicking to look at the emblem and dipped into a bow. "It's quite the honor to meet the Prince." He said softly, though his voice was deep and calm.

    Michael froze, setting his jaw roughly. These woods were empty. No one ever came into these woods. There was nothing wrong with them, they were perfectly fine, but it just wasn't something that happened. Who was this man? What were his intentions? Michael hadnt the slightest clue, but something felt off about him, and Michael's gut feelings weren't usually wrong. However there was something oddly calming about the man, and he was intrigued. Warily so. Anything could happen, he knew that. This man had the capability of robbing him and leaving him for dead, and Michael probably wouldn't be able to fight back all that much.


    He gave a curt nod, wondering if he should speak or not. If this man truly had any idea who he was he'd understand that Michael didn't talk much at all, silent about ninety five percent of the time. So he decided on leaving the nod as it was, and adding no words. He surveyed the male closely, unable to help but feel as though he just didn't belong there. He just felt off.

    Axel's eyes narrowed slightly as he was given just a nod, straightening as he smoothed his cloak and tried not to just simply attack and bring the Prince back with him. He shifted his weight, meeting his gaze and could tell his mind was working a mile a minute, pressing his soft lips together. "I must be on my way. My quiver is nearly empty." He said smoothly as he began to walk past the Prince, fingers twitching as he passed him by.


    Within seconds, Axel had grasped Michael's wrist and had a dagger to his pale throat, pinning him against the closest tree. "Now, Princey... You're going to be coming back with me to my camp.. You'll be safe.. ish there. You can watch while your Kingdom burns." Axel growled deep in his chest, his eyes glinting as he kept a tight grip on Michael but was unaware of the hidden dagger.

    Michael gave a startled growl, the sound a dog makes when you sneak up on it. Not quite a help, or a cry, it was low, almost guttural. His mind was working at the speed of light, trying to calculate ways to get out of that situation, ways to get the guards to prepare. If he couldn't, they'd be blindsided, and his kingdom would, in favt, burn. He had a free wrist, due to what seemed like poor planning on the man's part. If he was quick, very very quick, and careful, he could grab his dagger.


    Slowly snaking nimble fingers into his shirt, he pressed against the tree as if he were surrendering, his breathing a bit uneven. He had to appear scared, he needed to sell this. But... did he really want to stab this person? He hated the idea. Suddenly relying on his instincts he ripped his dagger away and slammed the hilt into the man's stomach, pulling away from the knife at his throat abruptly.

    Axel's jaw twitched as the man still refused to speak even now, moving a hand to grasp a rope to bind his wrists. His eyes widened and he coughed as the hilt of the dagger was slammed into his stomach, stumbling back as he held his abdomen before straightening. "You are so asking for a beating, Princey." He snapped, lunging forward again to grasp the wrist holding the dagger and yanked it out of his hand, tossing it away as he felt it slide over his ribs on accident but he paid it no mind. He growled softly as he turned his head to grasp the rope, moving to bind his wrists.

    Michael growled again deep in his throat,, flexing his wrists as they were bound. Still, he remained silent, even as he was injured, even as the man bound his wrists too tightly. He remained silent and stoic, not even looking at his assailant, not bothering to make eye contact. He looked enraged, absolutely furious, but not quite violently so. He clenched his fists tightly, the corner of his lips lifting in a bit of a snarl. He had no idea what this man intended to do to him, and he couldn't imagine it either. And if he said he wasn't scared he'd be a liar. But he didn't let it show in the slightest.

    "Someone might think you're a wolf shifter if you keep snarling like that." Axel snorted in amusement as he checked the bonds, carefully loosening them by just a little so the Prince's wrists wouldn't get scraped up too badly. He kept the dagger on him as he grasped the rope tied to the bonds, nodding once as he turned and began to lead the way back."... Hmph. Maybe I should blindfold you least you escape." Axel murmured to himself, pausing for a moment to rip his shirt and stepped forward, not paying attention to how close he was to Michael. He tied it tight around his eyes before leading the way once more, jaw twitching and clenching. "Make a sound and I'll cut your tongue out. I only have to bring you back alive." He said coolly as he walked back through the forest, keeping an eye out. Hopefully, no guards have followed Michael, otherwise he would be screwed.

    As the man stepped close Michael's instinct was to step away immediately. He wished he could have. He wished he just could have run, back to the castle, back to the familiarity of his home. As his eyes were covered he just set his jaw more tightly this time, moving along silently. As the man spoke Michael wanted to snort, wanted to laugh. Even if it would help, Michael probably wouldn't have made a sound. He'd probably have relied on getting back, and a series of vague hand motions as always. It wasn't that he was a mute; there was just no need for words when he was perfectly fine with sitting silently and observing. For that moment though, he was being kidnapped, and he was potentially about to lose his family as well. he wasn't sure he could handle all that.

    Axel walked beside Michael just in case the male decided to run, pressing his lips together as they trekked back to the camp. He couldn't help but gaze over at the Prince, seeing how truly agitated he was and it slightly amused him. "There is no stopping this army.. You don't have to watch." He said quietly with a little shrug, only to pause and draw his bow and notch an arrow as he heard rustling. A grunt slipped from him as an arrow struck his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he moved quivkly despite the pain and took out the lone guard that had been following them. Damn.. Just my luck. Axel thought as he swallowed back a whimper of pain as he snapped the arrow, hissing softly as he pushed it completely through his shoulder. "Run." Was all he said to the Prince, his voice laced with pain as he gripped the rope tightly and began to run.

    Michael was hesitant to run at first. He didn't want to be doing this man any favors, didn't want to help him in any way. the stubborn prince almost froze for a split second. Then he realized he was going back to that camp either way. The man was right, there was no stopping this. His heart ached as he thought of his family, of his brother. He almost sobbed right there, almost collapsed and gave up. But he swallowed the pain, and he did as he told and ran beside his captor. he was truly between a rock and a hard place. As he ran he clenched his jaw tightly, trying to ignore the increasing amounts of pain he was feeling, both emotionally and physically.