You look like someone I know. (PAFP) (Male needed)

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    (I think that would be awesome. They may have to stay for the festival because no one will want to leave until after and Ren will need time to hunt down Shepard’s who are all unwilling)


    Selast looked at the statue of Kend and wondered if the Harvest Spirit was watching. She believed in all the spirits and other unknown deity-like beings and wondered how anyone of them could’ve allowed Ren to suffer as he had.


    Shaking her head she went inside and walked up to Ren silently. She didn’t dare speak, her accent would be a dead giveaway she was a vampire, and if they were smart they would realize it was a more highborn accent too.

    He was still fumbling with the pieces when Selast slipped past him. He let out a long sigh of relief. There was one thing less to worry about. “I only have three pieces, please sir,” he begged the innkeeper, sho replied with a long scratch of his hefty beard. “Only for tonight. Pay me back tomorrow morning,” the man replied, waving dismissively. Ren inhaled sharply and lowered his head in thanks.


    Positioning his horse in the stables, he leapt up the stairs two at a time, hearing them creak and groan under his weight. Holding the heavy iron key, he unlocked the door to their room and immediately sprawled out across the single underwhelming bed. The sheets were wool, equipped for cold nights rather than this brief summer heat, and the room was mainly empty save for a narrow table to hide belongings. “Sorry this isn’t much,” he said to her.

    Selast shut the door before putting the hood of the cloak down. She looked around at the room and realized there was only one bed. She was surprised but figured the rise of being married wouldn’t stick if they had separate beds.


    She smiled as Ren sprawled out on the bed. “Well the room will work for now. Besides a room is better than being outside with those bandits hunting us.”

    “You’re right,” he readily agreed, giving her a genuine smile. “Today we’ll be safe. The bandits wouldn’t dare stop by an inn in the middle of town. It would cause too much of a ruckus,” he added hopefully, twirling the sheets between his thumb and forefinger. “Anyway, let’s be hide your stuff in the drawer.” He began packing the elegant dress into the storage compartment, looking around a tiny the drab, mildew-eaten walls. It probably wasn’t what she was used to, he bought to himself.

    Selast watched as he put up the dress and sat on the edge of the bed. “So do you think any of the shepards here would be willing to help us?”


    She hated the conditions of the inn since she couldn’t fathom how anyone could handle it or even allow it to happen. She kept her sanity and calm by reminding herself that things could be way worse.

    “I don’t know what experience the shepherds here have, but I’d imagine we could find an older one who would be willing to help us. The only issue is that I don’t have much money.” If he were a bandit still, just a few days ago he wouldn’t have hesitated to threaten a shepherd for help. He’d put a switchblade to their throat, ramble a bit about their family, and let them stagger away, fists clenched and white-knuckled in fear. But things were different now. He was no criminal, and he had a woman with him. “We should wash up and head out before the evening, so we can haggle for some clothes,” he suggested, rising.

    Selast nodded but was worried. Shepard’s could be very stubborn and strong willed from what she’d heard. “And exactly how are we going to haggle some clothes?”


    Her blue eyes watched him with confusion and curiosity. She’d never had to haggle for anything before. Well unless you counted her convincing her parents to let her read any and every book she could get her hands on.

    “All you gotta do is be kinda pushy and kinda friendly with them,” Ren replied. “Then you threaten to leave if they don’t give you the price you want.” He stuffed the key in his pocket hastily and headed out the door, sterling himself for the blazing heat which awaited outside.

    Selast put her good back up and followed him quickly. Now that they had left the room she didn’t dare speak nor let her face be shown. She was curious to see haggling done and was very excited to travel through a town without being recognized or treated like a princess.

    As they walked through the city streets and out of the cool air of the inn, merchants clucked their tongues left and right at the two of them. He glanced back at Selast, glad that her head was still firmly covered, and paused outside of a vendor’s market. Jabbing a thumb at one of the clothesline on the table, he pulled Selast over by the arm. “This is my wife. She is in need of work clothes for the field harvest coming up. Do you have anything that might fit her?”


    “Yup, we got all sorts,” The man grunted in reply, studying her for a moment before revealing a slim set of traveling garments.


    p.s. I really like your role playing style and I’d love to have you in a public RP I just made. Totally get it if you’re balancing a lot of stuff right now, but check it out if you’re interested :) Children of the Nuclear State {sign-ups; open!}

    Selast blushed at the attention she was getting and when she saw the garments she was surprised at how simple the clothing was. Despite the simplicity they were appealing and she couldn’t help but smile. She reached out to touch the fabric, curious as to what they would feel like.


    OOC: Thank you and I’ll check it out. I don’t have many role plays going on right now so I am quite open.

    The rough-hewn fabric under her fingers caused the shopkeeper to study her, hopeful to land another customer despite the midday emptiness in the town square. He stroked his beard deeply in contemplation while Ren lifted the clothes up, squinting. “Are these all right?” he asked her, thinking of the luxurious silk of her dress. “How much for the pair?” Ren gestured to the clothes, speaking to the shopkeeper.


    “Seven bronze pieces,” he replied brusquely, keeping his eyes even. Ren scoffed. “There’s a place down the street selling these for four.” He made a move to walk away from the vendor, but the man called him back in a rush. “I’ll give it to you for six!”


    “That’s still two more pieces than the other guy down there,” Ren frowned, jabbing a finger in his direction. “That’s as low as I’ll go,” the man replied stubbornly.

    Selast watched the interaction with both surprise and awe. It was amazing to see and luckily the hood hid her features so no one would see her facial expressions. She was smiling because something told her the vendor would be only getting 4 bronze pieces for the two dresses unless the deal could be sweetened.


    The urge to laugh was difficult to control because she wanted to appear the lowly meek wife. She honestly hoped they could get the dresses because she actually kinda liked them. They would be perfect for the time being and if she could appear to be anything but a princess she would have so much more freedom and be happier.

    “Come on, Asrael,” he said to the vendor, grabbing Selast’s shoulders to hide his amused grin. He tugged at her sleeve, feigning annoyance with a delicate sweep of his fingers. “Let’s try somewhere else.”


    “Wait!” The shopkeeper called them back, waving his hands. “I will give it to you for four.”


    “Thank you very much,” he replied, handing the man the last of the bronze pieces he had following their escape from the bandit camp— four. As he tucked the dresses under his arm, he caught a glimpse of the mischievous twinkle in her eye and couldn’t help but chuckle a little to himself. “Do you wanna see the town?” He paused, looking at the sun which had begun to sink in the sky. “Maybe we can look st the festival preparations. Have you ever seen them before?”

    Selast shook her head. She whispered so only he would hear, “I haven’t seen preparations for any festivals outside of my home.”


    She felt kinda bad because she had only seen preparations done within her castle but even with that she was never allowed to truly observe it all. As she looked up at Ren she caught the sight of the pending sunset and suddenly wanted to find a good spot to watch as the sun fell below the horizon while the moon rose up and the starts twinkled.

    “Oh, it’s terribly beautiful,” Ren gushed to her. Immediately regret tinged his chest. She’d probably never experienced a festival before, not up close and personal. And definitely not during the preparations. The vampire kingdom had never really been one for festivities, much unlike other southern kingdoms such as the dwarves or the human empires. Ren quite enjoyed them, but he’d scarcely participated in one as well.


    “Let’s join the dancers,” he said eagerly, tugging her into the town square as a bard played a lute along with a small band of musicians. He lost himself among the vibrant dresses and the countrymen, entering a dizzying array of lights and sound.

    Selast looked around as she tried to take in anything and everything. This was all so new and amazing and kinda dizzying for her. Vampires tended to be much more reserved and formal with festivals but this was the opposite. It was like controlled chaos. She held onto Ren so she wouldn’t lose him and did note one particular similarity to everything. The symbol of Kend was everywhere and in everything.


    She was surprised and wanted to say thanks to the spirit. She had two main facial expressions going for her at this point; awe and shock or she had the biggest smile ever. She was happier than she had been in a very long time.

    —I was thinking the spirit of Kend appears during the festivities? And maybe they think people have noticed the vampire princess, when in reality everyone’s awestruck over the appearance of the spirit.


    Ren lit up internally after seeing her delighted expression. Wrapping a hand gently around her waist, he led the dance, spinning them toward the town square. All caution and tension had left his body, dissipating into a bottomless well of contentness. It felt as if the two of them could waltz together forever— he could become an agriculture man in Kend, and he would buy her little simple dresses, and they’d dance every night.


    But in this colorful whirlwind, he started noticing that a person was staring, then two, then three. A suspicious ripple spread through the crowd. Ren felt the dread weigh heavy in his stomach as he tried to focus in on their hushed whispers.


    “Is that who I think it is?”


    “It can’t be...”


    “There’s no way!”


    Ren readied himself to take her hand and make a run for it.

    Selast was smiling and enjoying the freedom to dance without criticism from other royals or even servants. She didn’t even notice the staring until she heard whispering and noticed Ren’s discomfort. “Ren?”


    Fear flooded her and she moved closer to him. She was scared that the people around had noticed who she was and were going to start problems they didn’t need.



    Watching the festival was noting unusual but the need to be part of it a new feeling. Making his regal, wolffish appearance Kend chose to appear among this who were dancing. He wanted to see up close and personal those who danced and see the garments of female flow like the wings of a bird.


    Kend was a bigger version of a grey wolf but with yellowish fur that was the color of harvest grain. When everyone took notice he watched their reactions curiously. He noted one dancing couple seemed to be terrified, but not of him. This intrigued him but he could easily watch the couple while surveying those who were all slowly beginning to notice him.

    “Selast we have to g-“ He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the hot breath of a wolf behind him. That was a sound he knew all too well. He’d encountered wolves as a bandit, but this was different somehow. Its smell was sweeter, like fields in the springtime. He turned. Immediately the villagers were making a ring around one area, crowding and pushing their way to see. From his vantage point, Ren’s jaw dropped.


    It was the spirit of Kend, in the flesh.


    Its eyes hungrily took in the bright scenery, and it parted its black maw as if to speak, but instead it let out a deafening howl. As if in response, everyone in the square began to howl and sing along with it in joyous celebration. The air was electrified with the sound of throaty yells.