Young Pendragon

Uther Pendragon, son of the king Arthur Pendragon, heir to the throne and fourteen years of age, not quite yet considered a man by his times standards. He is a very curious boy, who would rather be off exploring and on an adventure than he would training with the knights or learning with his tutors. He doesn't bite unless threatened, and sees magic as a thing that should be respectfully used and is not something that should be eliminated in his mind. [ AU BBC Merlin RP blog, where Arthur never died, and grew up to have a son. ]

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[ayoungpendragon]

did u just get ur ass kicked by a girl?

"I'll kick your ass if you aren't careful."

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The lad’s reaction took Syeria by surprise, but, having been in this situation before, she reacted quickly and, really, without thinking. She stomped hard on his foot ad elbowed him hard in the rib with her free arm. She then wiggled out of his grip and jammed her knee into his chest with one fluid motion. "You will not touch me in that manner if you value your ability to repro-" her threat was cut off when she saw the boy’s face. “Just so you know, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew who you where."

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 Pain flashed quickly through the boys frame and foot, but pain couldn't be a distraction-- he was taught this by his swordsman instructor.. pain could be a downfall if you let it be a distraction, and so he blocked it out, reaching for the sword he had in a sheath on his hip, one forged in the royal fires in Camelot... he didn't know why he didn't just use it in the first place-- but then it hit him, the blade could give him away... but it was already too late for such a thing, his hood was down and that damn Pendragon gold hair was even brighter in the sunlight, hazel eyes leaning towards a browner color at that moment looking to the female.  "... I would hope not to be fairly honest," and as he continued to ignore the pain, eventually it subsided.

[ayoungpendragon]

"Good, it's wonderful to hear that. And you're well? No harm done? You do look a bit thin...."

"You’ve always told me such things since I was young!" About being too thin, he was aware of it… because it was a fact, he had a rather high metabolism as well.

"I’m fairly well, just a few scrapes and bruises, nothing I can’t handle."

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"You never know, Uther," he said, his sons name rang with memories of his own childhood, which wasn’t a very good one at all. Over-protected, and ignored he was. Never allowed to go out past nine, and never allowed anytime with his father either. At least Uther got to talk to Arthur, correct? That didn’t make him that bad of a parent, right? It couldn’t - the other was just a rule, “She’s a high priestess, of the old religion, she can do things even Merlin can’t do."

It was always the older Pendragon’s nightmare to end up like his father did, in parenting and in leading the kingdom both. He took decisions on not a second thought, for both his kingdom and for his son. Arthur had never liked it - and he had never forgotten the feelings he had when he was Uther’s age. And above all, he did not want his Uther to feel the same.

"No, Merlin does not know I’m out," Arthur said; although he had a feeling that his manservant knew anyways. It seemed as though Merlin never slept, “And I do not intend on him knowing about it anytime soon, got that?" he said, “And why exactly, were you taking a walk?"

[ayoungpendragon]

Uther had always assumed he was given his name for the man his grandfather had once been, not who he'd become... he assumed that even out of all the wrongs he'd done, that his father still loved him... weren't sons supposed to love their fathers? Their mothers as well? Despite the wrongs either party had done... family was family, and blood was blood.. and maybe with this name, he could make something good from it- so that one day the name Uther Pendragon wouldn't be remembered for the things his grandfather had done, but for the things he would do... maybe that was the reason, or maybe it was just a remembrance.. and that there was a bit of the old king in his grandson, just a bit, maybe it was the temper but it seemed all Pendragon's had a bit of a temper.

"... she cannot do much when you hit her upside the head now can she?" And now he was being a bit smart, because that would involve getting close, and he knew his father would want him no where near her... no one did, he was the sole heir, nothing could happen to him.. he had to live his life and take his father's place one day, have sons and daughters of his own and raise Camelot with him. 

"Are you asking me to lie if he asks me?" Questioned the boy, smile on his face as he did, mischievous underlying tone's to the features on his face.  "If you don't tell mother I won't tell Merlin," oh, and now here comes the bribery, but hey-- he wouldn't want the queen angered, she was protective of her child just as Arthur was.  "I like to explore," came his answer finally, "and the people tend to talk to me every time I leave the castle and I can't get time to myself." That and he was always being followed around.

[ayoungpendragon]

"Uther!" Freya pulled him in for a hug, "We've been worried sick about you, not to mention missed you...."

He hadn’t thought it had been that long— it surely hadn’t felt that long, but then again time flew by faster than one would come to think… especially someone of Uther’s age, and one with his excitement to see other places and things.

"Well I’ve returned— or at least I’m fairly sure I have.  I don’t plan on leaving." He said to the woman hugging her back.

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"Why do you avoid my gaze?" Syeria asked, her voice low as she made her way over to him, her barefooted footsteps silent as she walked."Who are you and what is your business here?" It wasn’t every day she saw someone sneaking around outside the castle, so the fact that this person was even there was enough to raise suspicion. Add on the fact that his face was hidden, and Syeria had enough of a reason to be reaching for the dagger she had hidden beneath the sash tied around her waist.

[ayoungpendragon]

"I'm of a rather shy nature I would suppose." Came his lie surprisingly smooth for his record with terrible lies, especially to his father-- he could never quite lie to the king, and not because of his title but because he was in fact his father, it was near impossible to lie to his own blood.  "... Elyan." Use the name of his mother's brother, and one of his two middle names.  "My name is Elyan James." Uther Elyan James Pendragon, a rather long name, but one that he was never going to take back his respect for.  However he paused seeing her movement....

Moving quickly, the blond's hood fell from his head, boy turning to grab her wrist and twist it behind her back as he came to stand behind her.  "... I really suggest you not do that."

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Arthur watched as his son - whom he loved as much, even more, than the people of Camelot - slowly turn around to face him, and he waited with a scowl on his face, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked up to him. He could tell by the way he stood that he was nervous - whether he had done it before, or he had. Either way, Arthur wasn’t happy with his son for sneaking out; he could have never came back. Dead, for all they know,

"Morgana is still out there, Uther, and she’d kill to get her hands on my son," he said, obviously not afraid of the guards patrolling the streets overhearing their conversation.

Whenever Arthur saw his son breaking the rules like this, he got furious. He got furious, but his love for his son always ruled it out. But then of course, his thoughts flashed back to the day when Uther was nearly kidnapped by Morgana’s men, and he will never forgive himself for even that.>

"No, she doesn’t, but then again, even King’s need time alone to think."

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"... well she hasn't gotten me, not now not ever." He stated, "... I can't even get through the walls how do you expect her to get here? To me? She can't, Merlin.. Merlin would protect us.. he always has," the warlock like an uncle to him, he believed in Merlin and his loyalty to Arthur more than anything because it was that visible to see, two sides of the same coin and Uther himself knew it.

And it wasn't as if Uther was unarmed, he never was because it became a habit to carry around the sword resting in a hilt on his hip-- he wasn't exactly stupid, he'd been trained from a young age despite his disliking for it, and had become rather good at swordsmanship, he knew how to disarm another, to kill even though he'd never done so.. he wasn't exactly useless.  Or so he'd like to hope, and though he knew.. against magic, what would a boy of his likes be able to do? Trained or not? If she came after him herself... he might not make it, not like he did with those men.. he'd never screamed so loudly-- he was only a little boy and they hurt his friend, the one he'd been playing with, he was bleeding on the floor, toys they'd been playing with knocked around the room as he was grabbed by the back of his clothing and by an arm, the young prince screaming his friends name because at the time he only cared about his friend. 

"Well does Merlin know you're out? He generally gets rather disapproving when you don't." Because after all, Morgana was still out there, and though Uther was a direct link to his father it was always a possibility she might just go for him.

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ayoungpendragon came for a dance

Syeria stepped into the evening sun, taking in the scents of the kingdom below. She had finally finished all her chores for the day and (even though she needed to be back at the castle within the next three or so hours to dance at a feast) she needed a walk. Being cooped up inside all day as not the ideal situation for a young Gypsy. In fact, it was almost torture. She sighed happily and began her decent toward the town below where a moving figure caught her dark brown eyes. "Hello?" she called.

[ayoungpendragon]

Uther had snuck out once again, it was an often occurrence, and he knew if he didn't get past the gates soon, he'd be found and located rather quickly by his father's guards.  And in fact, that was why he was huddled behind a rickety home, blue cloak over his blond head as he waited for guards making their rounds to disappear.  He was doing so, for the simple fact of-- if they guards saw him alone, they would find someone to accompany him, and sometimes he didn't need a stuffy old knight to follow him around though Gwaine was plenty fun.

At the gypsy girl's voice, the one he'd seen dancing at a feast a night or so ago for a king who'd visited the day-- the blond shushed her rather loudly.  "Please! Quiet..." He said looking down, to keep himself from being recognized.

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ayoungpendragon & nickmonroethedevilsvessel discovered you

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"Hello," she smiled, “Is there anything you need?"

[ayoungpendragon]

"... ah- directions."

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Arthur had always preferred Camelot at night rather than day - it was more peaceful, and beautiful in a way. Yes, he had always been a day person, but at night, at night he could finally be able to walk the streets without people staring, and he could be able to be deep in thought without people interrupting. And he was, of course, uninterrupted until he found his own son out, in the middle of the night,

What was he doing out here? He was the soul heir to the throne of Camelot - he couldn’t be out at night, alone of all things. Arthur rarely noticed that he was like his father in many of his parenting ways, but really, one thing he tried to do, is spend time with his children. At least, to the best of his ability, he was rather busy half the time.

“Uther Pendragon!" the blonde shouted to his son, “What are you doing out?" 

[ayoungpendragon]

Uther never had a problem with this-- night was better for him just as it was his father and mother, not so many people pulled him aside to talk with him, greet him and shake his hand to say hello sire, good morning prince Uther, things like that got annoying when all he wanted was a walk-- not that he didn't love the people, he cared for them dearly and just like his father would do anything to protect them.  Their lives were the ones his duty would become to protect.

He however stopped in place, he knew that voice-- he knew that tone, recognized it and stilled in his spot before turning around- trying to act as casual as ever.  "Taking a walk of course," he answered, though the way he rubbed his upper arm proved enough he was anxious.  Uther was never really caught, he was too good at sneaking out- had been since a young age... and it was a problem, and honestly-- you'd think that one damn near kidnap attempt when he was young and playing with one of the servants children would discourage him, but nope.

"What about you father? Does mother know you're out?"

[ayoungpendragon]

theonceandfuture-king-of-camelot found the prince

Uther knew very well he wasn't permitted outside castle grounds at this time of day, let alone alone-- being over protected was one way to call Uther, but he was the only male heir born to his family, a sister being the first born child-- he wondered where she was, but honestly she was more than likely asleep.  He hadn't thought the guards would notice his little midnight escape, the blond wearing a cloak clad over his shoulders, blue tones complimenting blue eyes nicely.  It was sad to say, but he looked nothing of his mother-- though his sister did, darker skin tone, brown eyes, darker hair.. it was odd, but no one questioned it because everyone knew who exactly the boy's mother was.  The queen.  He was the legitimate heir and that was what made keeping him safe so important, and yet he seemed to do everything in his power to try and.. get into trouble or just get some air.

He was so lost in his thoughts, scrambled and bouncing from one thing to another he hadn't been aware he'd been located.

[ayoungpendragon]

You brought Uther back :D

[ooc; I'm making an attempt! :3]

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