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  • GOD SAVE THE PROM QUEEN [x] prom



    romania stood before the entrance to the prom with a sense of unease. parties were...difficult for her. while she was excited at the prospect of a party, in reality, it was awkward for her - she was reserved, and did not talk freely. small-talk was boring so that wasn't good, either. and besides that, she was the only one from the knights of eden.


    her eyes shifted over to loveletter, luna, and jersey boy. "hello," she said carefully before turning away. she may be confident but approaching complete strangers was too troubling for the roman. instead, she entered the prom setting, striding toward the refreshments, the red rose behind her ear shifting with each flick of her ear. romania did care about her appearances, and did make an effort in order to represent the knights of eden well.


    plus, feeling pretty was nice. a soldier could relax, no?


    she had come with a big red rose behind her right ear, a smaller gold one behind her left, and a thin red veil draped over her face, held in place by a small pins. but that wasn't all. markings in deep red and shimmering gold covered her entire body, in loopy and extravagant swirls, from her tail up to her face. the wolf would be making heads turn tonight.


    romania stood in front of the refreshment table, her eyes reluctantly roaming over the alcohol. a drink would be nice - but getting drunk wasn't her goal. the woman picked a glass of red wine instead, demurely taking a sip before approval slipped into her gaze.


    // the knights of eden were invited by sweetophelia! so u can cross us off your list :))
    also, hi.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • IT'S ALL PURE LUCK [x] o, sparring session



    romania stood in the courtyard, the woman standing tall with a sense of excitement. "knights!" she called, her tone beckoning. "gather for a sparring session! pair up with someone, anyone. everyone should be included, okay? spectating is fine, as well." her gaze roamed over the faces she saw in the courtyard.


    "now, i do have some rules before we begin: this is a free-for-all, okay? you can dodge or evade however you want. another rule: no major wounds, scratches, cuts or scars are to be inflicted upon your opponent - that is unacceptable. also, we don't want pixel to deal with any accidents." she paused, allowing her words to settle. "if both partners agree, powers may be used. it would be great to fight without them, though. knights should develop and hone their skills and be as good with their paws as their powers."


    she gave reassuring smile after her serious words. "that will be all. so get started, chickadees."

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • GOD SAVE THE PROM QUEEN [x] prom



    still settled beside the refreshments, she looked to her right at heather as she rushed forward towards the table. an imaginary eyebrow arched upwards. she drank that bottle of liquor like water. she wanted to comment 'maybe you should slow down', but this girl's drinking style wasn't her business, so she refrained from doing so.


    instead, she refilled her glass with red wine, taking a sip while subtly paying attention to heather. at the rate she was drinking at, she might get a sick stomach or poisoning. who knew.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • IT'S ALL PURE LUCK [x] o, sparring session



    the wolf's ear flicked at bastille's suggestion, "good idea." but her mind was on other things. the first thing she was thinking was that it was a smart decision for him not to fight. bast was a bit...unpridictable, at the moment. the second was her guilt over this fact. "hey, bast, i'm sorry you can't fight." she gave the other a sad blink of her eyes. but as quick as it came the look left, as she presumed he wouldn't like to deal with any display of pity.


    she turned to address eldrich, and winced at the sight of his binded shoulder. "i would fight with you, but i'm not sure if that's safe. i could accidently hurt you, and i'm not bragging when i say that." her head tilted which showed her concern for the savannah. "but if you're up for it, we can still fight."

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • WITH YOUR ONE GOOD EYE | open, blizzardclan ambassador



    romania was so...tired, lately. of all the news changes happening - but life is life is life. and life goes on, with or without her. she just had to make sure she could keep up with it all.


    "hello there," she called up to the feline, standing beside gordon. "it's nice to meet you both, hana and miso. i like gordon's idea of a sleepover." she glanced over at her fellow knight and gave a fairly small smile. she didn't know if there were any ill feelings between them from the last meeting.


    "i don't know about you, but with everything going on lately a sleepover does like the perfect excuse to sleep."


    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • bad 4 u | JOINING



    romania approached from behind necros, stopping beside them. she flashed them a look as though asking 'what's going on?' before looking back at germanprince. he looks normal. as normal as a ginger tom could be. but she could feel something radiating off him, like an aura. she was no spirtual lady, nor was she religious - she was a soldier meant for battle.


    but it was like he was new.


    the russet-furred wolf steps forward, leaving necros to stand beside eldrich. she waited for a reponse from the tom, blue eyes filled with an expectant and curious look.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • IT'S ALL PURE LUCK [x] o, sparring session



    the wolf smiled at eldrich's suggestion. "now that is a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed. "you can also help with squires and pages - those younger than us knights."

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • KNIGHTS OF EDEN CHAT & PLOTTING

    I WAS GONE
    FOR LIKE
    A FUCKIN DAY


    and now?? dahlia is on trial?? and i am very confused.
    gfdi i always miss on all the interesting stuff.


    anyway, welcome newbies! romania is koe's juror of warfare and liberation and a reincarnated roman solider!
    oh and my main is nessy btw.

  • I'M SO SORRY | MANDATORY EMERGENCY TRIAL



    it was almost funny, she thought. everyone's reaction, whether angry like hazel, indiffent like bast or fearful like gordon.


    almost.


    if only she could spectate this all and see her own reaction. what did she look like right now?


    the she-wolf's eyes were hard now - a cold version of her kind crysal blue luminaries. they held a knowing look in them. like she had seen this all before from a past life. however, nothing happened to her - no sudden recollection, no memory came to mind. fuck her stupid dreams, holding all the answers but not letting her remember any of them.


    snapping to the present, the juror blinked and glanced at eldrich, a fellow comrade. she did not know him well but she felt grateful at his own question - she had some questions of her own to ask.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • JUST LIKE THE 80'S FILMS ; storage



    it was almost funny, she thought. everyone's reaction, whether angry like hazel, indifferent like bast or fearful like gordon...


    ...almost.


    if only she could spectate this all and see her own reaction. what did she look like right now? angry? fearful? sad? she didn't even know how she felt right now. this was...crazy. this was fucking crazy. dahlia was kind, welcoming. not this rude bitch — this monster.


    the she-wolf's eyes were hard now - a cold second-rate version of her kind crysal blue luminaries. they weren't just cold, though. they held a knowing look in them, like she had seen this all before from a past life. however, nothing happened to her - no sudden recollection, no memory came to mind. fuck her stupid dreams, holding all the answers but not letting her remember any of them.


    why did this seem so familiar? why did this feel like deja vu? a snarl ripped through her maw and she bared her short, sharp teeth. now, she knew how she felt. she felt angry, but not at dahlia — she was angry at herself.



    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • I'M SO SORRY | MANDATORY EMERGENCY TRIAL



    the roman was still peering at dahlia with special intensity when bastille spoke, allowing them to freely question the defendant. she did have questions to ask, but eldrich had asked first and he seemed to have his own. so she kept her maw shut, letting her crystalized blue eyes to slide over the savannah who had asked the question and wait for his response to bast's order.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • KNIGHTS OF EDEN CHAT & PLOTTING

    all of them sounds so great
    chara's description sounds like a big contrast to lots of characters ideals in koe.
    so having chara could spice things up :^)


    if crossfade is a chill dude, then bringing him here could develop his character
    bc if he's too chill then others could think he doesn't try hard??
    idk his personality so i'm probably assuming too much there

  • IM AT AN ALL TIME LOW [♥] STARGAZING



    "not too long," romania started, her head tilting a bit. "are you alright, pixel? you're not light-headed, are you?" the she-wolf's genuine concern was in her eyes as they searched pixel's face for any sign of distress.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • IM AT AN ALL TIME LOW [♥] STARGAZING



    pixel's response was worrying to the wolf; however, complete utter surprise, as well as disbelief, would fill in her widened eyes at pixel's last statement. "b-breathing? you weren't breathing?" she stammered incredulously. the wolf leaned closer for a sign that, indeed, she was breathing - a rise of the shoulders, an exhale or inhale.


    she turned her wide eyes onto robin. "did you hear that?" the next time she spoke, she addressed pixel. "pixel, you don't breath?"

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • I'M SO SORRY | MANDATORY EMERGENCY TRIAL



    romania had questions, like many others. the wolf wanted to yell, to hurtle words as if they were daggers at dahlia and end this, end her, as if this were a war.


    how could you do it? how could you murder someone like that? why did you do it now, and not earlier? why must you hurt the ones you are close too, the ones who you loved and who loved back? you do not come by a blossoming friendship, or a flourishing relationship with your daughter by chance. you build it. how dare you destroy that?


    she had questions. but she wasn't going to get any answers. what hurt the most was watching this intentional destruction and doing nothing about it. being a soldier meant you fought - you fought for what you believed in, but this. she couldn't fight this.


    it wasn't fair. the wolf's body ducked, her shoulders drooped, and head bowed down like gravity had increased one thousand fold and weighed her down. "i'm..." her voice was weak, as vulnerable as a whisper. "i'm so sorry..." for once throughout the entire trial, romania's face was raw with emotion and knowing this, she felt so disgustingly weak. she bowed her head even further in her despair.


    she didn't know who she was saying this too. she thought she was saying it to no one. but she realized, it was for everyone. sorry for not trying harder to stop this. sorry for not being able to fight this. i'm sorry for your mother leaving, hazel. i'm sorry for letting you get hurt and now showing i believe you were a good friend.


    i'm sorry, bast. i'm sorry, harlan. i'm sorry, gordon, eldrich. i'm sorry sorry, sorry, sorry.


    romania wanted to cry but she didn't - couldn't, really. it was like the cracks in her water-work pipes had so much pressure and were on the brink of bursting, if only there was more. her movements were slow as she stepped off the jury bench. auto-pilot, was what she was on. she drifted her tail against hazel's side in the hopes of comfort. the gesture was as numb as hazel herself.

    she started to leave, dragging her paws and leaving despair in her wake. then she started thinking. that thinking made her think, what was she doing? leaving hazel was like dropping a fucking baby - you didn't fucking do that.


    the roman shuffled back to hazel and instead, sat down in front of the jury bench and hazel. leaving wasn't an option. speaking wasn't an option. but unlike dahlia, she could stay.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



  • bad 4 u | JOINING



    at first, she was concerned at the sound of german's breathing pattern. first of all, no one did that. second of all, who the hell was this guy? and three, is breathing that way really safe? "hey, calm down." she attempted but it was like these words ricocheted off of him; he was too lost within his own mind to hear anything besides himself.


    "my name," the royally golden tom-cat has spoken but only in strings of words. now, she was extremely concerned - what if he only speaks small sentences? - until he continued.

    "you know my name." her eyes slide over to bastille, a question forming in her eyes. did bast know this man? "how do you know my name?" the bellowing makes romania's mind shift and she slides in front of bastille into a protective stance, like a shield. if he was out of sight, then out of mind.


    "alright, calm down." it was a demand. her voice is rich with authoritative and her eyes pierce unafraid into german's. she follows germanprince as he stumbles back, noticing how he was unwinding from his outburst.


    "you want to join? that's fine, but you need to stand down, and stay where you are." she watches him with special intensity for a minute before facing her clanmates. she finds gordon with her eyes. she seems scared, romania noted. whispering so that her words fell on her comrades ears only, "could you send for pixel, gordon? she may be able to bring something..." she glanced at german. "...to soothe him."

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20