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  • Royal Old Friend

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Perpetua was comfortably sleeping on her large bed before a loud series of knocks sounded on her door. Shortly after the rap-tap-tap ceased, a stern voice called out to the tired young princess, “Miss Perpetua?” Covering her head with a large pillow, the black-haired girl attempted to block out the commanding tone of her governess. “Miss Perpetua!” the obnoxious lady on the other side of the door exclaimed. “Wake yourself, miss!” Letting out an unladylike snarl, Perpetua flopped out of bed and drowsily opened her chamber's door. “Goodness gracious, 'tis about time!” sighed Lillian, the governess, as she marched in. “What bad manners for ye to snooze this late. A princess must be punctual at all times!” Lillian reminded Perpetua. “Yea, yea.” the heir to the throne muttered, waving her hand dismissively. “What tasks must I perform today?” Frowning at the girl's dismissive tone, Lillian replied, “A new servant is coming in for ye. Ye must meet him.” Groaning, Perpetua flopped back into her bed. “Nay, I would rather not.” She had no interest in being polite simply because she was a royal. Forget being a princess; sleeping in her bed was much, much better.


    – After an hour of Lillian's nagging –


    Scowling, the princess seated herself at her throne and impatiently waited for the arrival. To her pleasant surprise, she didn't have to wait for very long because the servant arrived within five minutes. “It's good to see you again, your majesty. I hope I can be an acceptable servant.” Narrowing her golden eyes, Perpetua puzzled over the word 'again'. After examining his face more carefully, the girl realized that the man before her was none other than Wren, her childhood friend. “W-Wren?” Perpetua shakily inquired. Could it really be him?


    Click here to see Perpetua's appearance.

  • Royal Old Friend

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Shaking her head in disbelief, Perpetua noted that quite a few things had changed about her dear friend. For starters, Wren had grown his blond hair out into a small ponytail. On top of the current length he now sported, the male had matured and seemed to have lost most of his previous tendencies. Well, the princess couldn't complain; all the new changes Wren had made were good and seemed to suit him just fine. Plus, he wan't the only one who had changed.


    Back when they were just innocent children romping around, Perpetua kept her silky-soft locks of black hair just below her ears. Now, after a multiple requests from her parents, the princess had grown her hair past her back. The cheerful, carefree personality that she had once possessed years ago slowly dimmed from the constant lectures and lessons she received. Her natural kindness had been forcefully stored away, and “proper” leadership qualities had taken its place. Perpetua had also developed a killer attitude and sarcastic streak. She'd changed for the worst.


    Looking into Wren's blue eyes, Perpetua felt a powerful stir in her heart. Meeting her childhood comrade seemed to restore the real her. Slowly, many of her old traits trickled back inside of her. The princess wasn't completely back to normal, but if she stuck around Wren, Perpetua had a feeling that she would soon be. The thought of being genuinely happy again was exciting.


    “I welcome ye, Wren,” the princess graciously said, making sure that her face didn't expose her true enthusiasm in front of the people watching. “Now, if ye do not mind, I have a task. Follow me.” Turning away with a tiny smirk on her face, Perpetua quickly beckoned to Wren and began to walk out of the throne room. It was time for them to chat in private.


    Once they had left the room filled with onlookers, the heiress led her friend out to a quiet garden terrace where they wouldn't be disturbed. Spinning around to come face-to-face with Wren, Perpetua grinned mischievously. “Do I not receive a hug, Wren?” the princess asked.

  • Royal Old Friend

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Before they had made their earlier exit from the throne room into the garden, Perpetua noticed Wren looking at her quite thoughtfully through his blue optics. He seemed to be tallying up all the ways she had changed, just like she had been noting all the ways he was different earlier. For some reason, the princess was filled with regret and nervousness. Would her friend not like her anymore? Did this new personality the castle had crafted for her make him uneasy or disgusted? Biting her lip, Perpetua fought of the urge to whisper that she was the still the same deep inside.


    While they walked towards the terrace, the black-haired girl replayed Wren's new voice in her head. His sound volume was still soft, but he was now able to present himself a lot more clearly and strongly. Wren also stood straighter, prouder, and more confident; his previous childhood slump no longer visible. These developments made Perpetua smile sadly. It seemed like her friend had been working hard to improve himself, but she, on the other hand, hadn't become much better. Pulling herself out of her thoughts before she got too gloomy, the princess glanced over at Wren, noticing that the blond boy was desperately trying not to let his eyes wander. Covering her mouth to stifle a giggle, Perpetua realized that Wren hadn't destroyed all of his old qualities. This knowledge made her happy and slightly relieved because it showed her that she could still catch up. If the young princess fell too far behind, she would definitely stress over whether or not she even deserved a friendship with the wonderful golden boy from her past.


    Opening her thin arms for a hug, Perpetua waited for her friend to oblige. To her surprise, Wren responded as if he was going to refuse. “But, your majesty, I am not one to such things.” The golden-eyed girl flinched, scanning his face to see if he was serious. Thankfully, Wren quickly smiled and wrapped his arms around her. Perpetua relaxed and hugged the blond boy back, a happy smile playing on her lips. She didn't scare him away with the new her, and that was all that mattered; after so many years of being separated from him, she couldn't lose him.


    “Jeez. You frightened me for a second there.” Perpetua mock-scolded, pulling away after giving Wren a gentle punch to the shoulder. Since they were alone, the princess decided to drop the language formalities and revert to the way she normally spoke to her friends. “How have you been?” she asked, sitting down on a bench. “Are you gonna sit?” the girl asked curiously, patting the spot next to her. If Wren was actually planning on standing the whole time, he would be really uncomfortable. Plus, it would make the interaction between them awkward.


    [ Did you have a set plot in place for where this thread is going? :3 ]

  • Hunters || PAFP OPEN GxB Girl Needed ||

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    [color=black][size=7pt]“Noted.” Kellan said, a wry smile on her lips. Sitting herself down comfortably on the ground below in a position where she faced Derek's direction, Kel looked at the man uncertainly for a couple minutes before giving him an awkward apology. “I just want to, um, say sorry that I was rude to you.” Oh, how embarrassing. Inwardly scolding herself for the tiny hint of red that was appearing on her cheeks, Kellan forced herself to glare at Derek. “Don't think I am okay with the fact that you killed my friends, though. I was just apologizing for my earlier ignorance, okay?” Hopping to her feet, the huntress shook her fist at the man and ran away. “My name is Kellan Harper. Don't you dare forget it because I'll be back to get revenge!” she called out as she quickly fled the area. She wouldn't fight him today.


    [ Did you have a specific plot in mind for where this is going? :3 ]

  • The Dinner Date (PAFP)

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Okay, I think I'll choose Destinee and Samson. Can I play Muse A (the girl) as my main?

  • Tʜᴇ Wᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴏғ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴʜᴇʟᴍ (RP Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | Sᴇᴍɪ﹣Aᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ)

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    [color=white][size=7pt]Maeve was quickly awoken by the bright rays of sunlight that managed to find their way through the thin fabric of her tent. “Well, I guess it's time to get up.” she huffed good-naturedly as she hopped out of her small bed and stretched. “I wonder if the prisoners have been fed yet.” Mae mused, speaking her curious thoughts out loud while she prepared her own simple meal — a slice of toast, some cheap sausage, a couple pieces of fruit — and gulped it down. “Breakfast is finished!” the female crowed triumphantly, wiping her muzzle with a paw. “I wonder if all of them will be okay with this.” Maeve sighed, looking down at the small bag she had filled with fruits and different meats wrapped in foil. “I sure hope so.” she whispered worriedly, leaving the tent with the package firmly clenched in her jaws. Once she arrived in front of the prison, Mae speed-chatted with the NPC guard and gained reluctant access to the prisoners. “Good morning,” the performer greeted, her voice only slightly muffled by the bag. “I'm guessing you guys haven't had any breakfast yet?” Maeve's cheerful tone was a mixture of question and statement. “Here ya go.” she woofed gently, satisfaction and relief lacing her words as she realized that she had brought just enough to feed all of them. “I'm sorry that it isn't much. I am not very rich, ya know?” Mae joked sheepishly. “Enjoy!”


    [ I'll reply with Clyde as soon as I can. ]

  • Tʜᴇ Wᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴏғ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴʜᴇʟᴍ (RP Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | Sᴇᴍɪ﹣Aᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ)

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    [color=white][size=7pt]“You're very welcome~!” Maeve replied graciously, a goofy grin plastered on her maw. She enjoyed hanging around other wolves in general, but Mae enjoyed chatting with the prisoners more because most of them seemed a whole lot friendlier than some of the other canine citizens that lived in the kingdom of Dragonhelm. “But I do have a question: if you're poor, why help us?” Pricking her ears at Selkine's inquiry, the circus act narrowed her eyes in thought. “Well, I guess I help because I honestly believe that you guys deserve better than what you sometimes receive, and if I don't treat you with kindness, not many others will.” Maeve dryly stated, offering the other female a tiny smile.