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-scuttle scuttle-
-lifts head and blinks, looking like a startled rabbit-
Long May He Reign
Alone at last.
Good.
Harrow thought with a sigh as he sharpened his sword with a whetstone, there he sat on his throne. Alone like bait. He knew he was going to die, every second alone was his death count till the Moonshadow assassins come and murder him, he prayed that his sons made it out to the Banther Lodge. No doubt Ez’s waiting for him asking what’s taking their dad so long to go “mud sledding”.
Harrow bit back a sob by manfully swallowing it down, even if he did cry, there was no one there to see him. He kicked Viren out regretfully he wished he kissed him one last time, the Dark Mage tried to help in his own way but it’ll only make things worse. Harrow wanted no one to die, they didn’t deserve to. Harrow was ready- but he would not make it easy for the elves to finish him off.
No, Harrow would fight to the bitter end. He will not go quietly into the night, but fight and fight until his dying breath as long as he can until his children are safe.
In his final moments, he envisioned how his death would’ve been like, either at a ripe old age where his body deteriorated to the point he could barely move on his own and surrounded by loved ones or at the battlefield dying by his brother in arms.
However, death was fickled. It did not care how you plan to spend your last days alive, it will surely come where you least expected it. Harrow wasn’t afraid, he learned out to die a long time ago. Death was always over his shoulder and he signed his death warrant when he killed Thunder, and he’ll gladly do it again. He had no regrets.
So he’ll wait, patiently for the elves, but he won’t make it easy.
He closed his eyes thinking about Sarai.
@runaan-the-moonshadow
(damn that was a good opening)
Runaan was on a very important mission, this was something he could not just set aside. The queen of the dragons herself demanded this mission be fulfilled and he bring back the king’s head in revenge and justice.
He didn’t think too much about the request. His job was not to question, it was just to do. Getting into the castle should have been much harder than it was, considering Katolis has such a renowned legacy of having the best soldiers in all of the human kingdoms. But even though he practically had an army to help defeat him and his team, they were still no match. Either that or not many people came to the party. Soon he was at the king’s door, soldiers of the king’s lay wounded or dying near his feet. He opened the king’s large wooden doors and stepped through…
Harrow did not flinch as the doors were kicked open but merely glanced at see the figure.
A Moonshadow Elve.
He looked young, tall and very strong with long silver hair and deadly turquoise eyes.
Beautiful
Harrow thought distantly, death had many forms and beauty was just a distraction. He shrugged, sat up and unsheathed his sword.
“I am your only target tonight, you will not get past me!”
Runaan wasn’t even breathing hard, even though he and his team had just defeated an entire army’s worth of Katolis soldiers- or lack thereof. It was still a tedious fight that drew one’s breath out of them unless you where accustomed to using up all your stamina in one go.
The moonshadow elf thankfully was accustomed to this and so his chest remained still as he inhaled and exhaled steadily, eyes roaming about the room to ensure there were no soldiers hiding in the dark, waiting to strike and defend their poor pathetic king.
When the king himself spoke, Runaan’s attention was only swayed for a moment as he continued to survey the area, making sure it was safe.
one he was satisfied there was no one else there, he nodded to his companions to head back out, take care of any soldiers who were late to the party. The king was kis to kill and to report back dead, he was the leader, he would deal with this pathetic scrap of life before him.
“You think you are the only target? Your son is also on the list, and once I am done with you, I will make sure that my team has finished him off properly as well.” His voice was cold and even, not an ounce of regret or fear in his voice. The assassin’s life had taught him well how to mask himself- though truly, he felt nothing at this time. He just wanted the job done.
Long May He Reign
Alone at last.
Good.
Harrow thought with a sigh as he sharpened his sword with a whetstone, there he sat on his throne. Alone like bait. He knew he was going to die, every second alone was his death count till the Moonshadow assassins come and murder him, he prayed that his sons made it out to the Banther Lodge. No doubt Ez’s waiting for him asking what’s taking their dad so long to go “mud sledding”.
Harrow bit back a sob by manfully swallowing it down, even if he did cry, there was no one there to see him. He kicked Viren out regretfully he wished he kissed him one last time, the Dark Mage tried to help in his own way but it’ll only make things worse. Harrow wanted no one to die, they didn’t deserve to. Harrow was ready- but he would not make it easy for the elves to finish him off.
No, Harrow would fight to the bitter end. He will not go quietly into the night, but fight and fight until his dying breath as long as he can until his children are safe.
In his final moments, he envisioned how his death would’ve been like, either at a ripe old age where his body deteriorated to the point he could barely move on his own and surrounded by loved ones or at the battlefield dying by his brother in arms.
However, death was fickled. It did not care how you plan to spend your last days alive, it will surely come where you least expected it. Harrow wasn’t afraid, he learned out to die a long time ago. Death was always over his shoulder and he signed his death warrant when he killed Thunder, and he’ll gladly do it again. He had no regrets.
So he’ll wait, patiently for the elves, but he won’t make it easy.
He closed his eyes thinking about Sarai.
@runaan-the-moonshadow
(damn that was a good opening)
Runaan was on a very important mission, this was something he could not just set aside. The queen of the dragons herself demanded this mission be fulfilled and he bring back the king’s head in revenge and justice.
He didn’t think too much about the request. His job was not to question, it was just to do. Getting into the castle should have been much harder than it was, considering Katolis has such a renowned legacy of having the best soldiers in all of the human kingdoms. But even though he practically had an army to help defeat him and his team, they were still no match. Either that or not many people came to the party. Soon he was at the king’s door, soldiers of the king’s lay wounded or dying near his feet. He opened the king’s large wooden doors and stepped through...
I'm having a hard time getting ahead of my work right now. Could I get some encouragement?
You can do it, I believe in you. Truly, you have no other choice but to do it so here is some encouragement. *smirk* OH, don’t mind me, I'm just sharpening my arrows and watching you work. >:3
Hey Runaan, what are your clothes made out of? Some of it clearly looks like leather--what about the rest?
Well, you see cotton is not as readily available in Xadia as it is in your world. So where my clothing is very akin in texture and flexibility as cotton.
I am not well versed in the making of clothing, though I can tell you that some no doubt are made from knitting or felted.
Some materials that are used (Ethari helped me on this as he knows a bit more about this since some of his works contain soft materials)
Cloth, ramie, flax, and silk, of course. I think flannel may be another one but I am unsure. Does that answer your question?
How come your accent is different from all the other moonshadows?
If I told you, then I’d have to kill you.
I'm really sad your horn got broken. What do you think you might do about it? Just leave it? Cover it up? Illusions?
Don’t worry little one! It's not uncommon to see broken horns in the SilverGrove, where I live. Especially in my profession.
It can be considered like the badges you give your war heroes, though I would not consider myself as such. Where we do value our horns quite a bit I do not think I will be covering it up or hiding it as I am not ashamed of how it was broken.
Though who knows what my opinion will be once I am finally free once again from this blasted golden prison. Perhaps then my little tinker, Ethari will build me the equivalent of a prothetic.
Hey mun! I just wanted to say that I love this blog! Your answers are fun and inviting and your rp’s are creative and entertaining. This is the best runaan rp blog out there! There’s a few rp blogs that say their sfw but post weird stuff about hair braiding and it feels like titillation. It’s gross. But your blog is upfront with its intentions and therefore doesn’t give off creepy vibes. All in all, your blog is best blog.
Hey there! Mun here :3 Thank you for your kind words, I admit I was a little taken aback by this as I have been a tad lax in my uploads and posts on this blog for a while now, for various reasons such as life stuff, lack of content and activity in general within the TDP community, I know a lot of people have been moving to discord and where I do not mind discord, I forget it exists because I had to mute the notifications- they just kept going off! XD Yes, I try to be as straight up as possible and as much as an open book as I can be. But of course, everyone is human and sometimes miscommunication happens- Thats okay! I totally understand and will always try for communicating rather than anger or another negative emotion. ^_^u. I just want to have fun here, after all. It's not a job, after all, I'm just doing this for fun. I won't speak ill about other blogs as I have been away from it all for a while now and do not know the recent comings and goings. But as a quick summary of my blog before I end this reply. My Runaan, From The Dragon Prince, blog IS a SFW as well as a NSFW blog and a RP blog. (will edit the blog to be only for shorter rps soon though so I dont commit to larger ones and fail people as I had before. I feel so terrible for flaking out! D:)If you reblog any of the NSFW material, please be thoughtful of younger viewers, use correct tags, dont be a creep. If you have ANY questions, any at all- I am a super open minded person, Please feel free to ask away! No question is too taboo and I will never judge you for it. <3 I want everyone who visits this page to feel comfortable, safe and find joy in passing through.
perhaps, I shall start posting again here soon. ^_^
@runaan-the-moonshadow
“An elf is truly in the dungeon?” Talia asked her eyes going wide staring up at the dark mage. She never saw an elf before and her stomach twisted in knots at the mear mentioned of them. Its been a few days since she been to Katolis for her internship and lots of things happened since her stay. The assassination of the King and the elves deaths. She heard all the elves were killed. Foul monsters got what they deserved, hearing how the King was a good-hearted man and having his life smoked out by those treacherous elves made her blood boil. However, one elf is still alive in the dungeon.
There was indeed an elf down in the dungeon, it was one of the elves from the most recent assassination attempt. A moonshadow elf, and in fact was the leader of the group.
Runaan kneeled in the deep dark and quite dank dungeon below Katolis castle, his arms restrained out to his sides and up just a little bit. the chain were cold and bit into his wrists, but that mattered little to him. What was worse was one of his arms, which had a tight binding around the upper part and was beginning to cut off circulation. It was a constant bother, a painful reminder that he had failed his mission at least by half and his team had paid for it. He too would pay for it in time, he was sure.
So in the dark he waited, waited and waited. For anything to happen, for someone to come in and end it, torture him, anything.
“Hello?” Talia softly called out. The smell in the dungeon smelled horrid it was dank and musty in there. She kept on high alert and gasped when she saw the prisoner. At first he looked like an ordinary human but the horns, pointy ears and lack of pinkies ruined that illusion. She approached him cautiously and her heart clenched at the poor state he was in. “Hello?” She called out again realizing her prisoner looked quite young, perhaps thirty or so and he had long silvery hair that was unbound and flowed around him.
Runaan could hear when there was someone approaching his cell long before they even opened the door. He did not look up nor did he make any noises. To him and in his mind he was already dead. His body naught but the shell of someone whom they could try and do anything too but it would not matter.
When the cell opened and a girl stepped in, he did not lift his head to meet her gaze. instead, he kept his turquoise eyes shut as if he was asleep.
“I was told to come down here to check on you,” Talia said trying to keep her voice firmed as she stirred down on at the elf.
The captive Moonshadow did not move or even twitch an acknowledgment that he had heard the girl. He refused to even show in the slightest that there was another living being within the cell with him.
But within his own mind, he dared the girl to come closer. Beat up and chained as he was he would not allow her to touch him. Though that did contradict his ideas of being a ghost. Perhaps he wouldnt move. They would just have to see what happens.
Talia did not like the way his steely yet beautiful eyes examined her almost like they were knives wanting to skin her alive. She shivered and pushed the feeling aside before kneeling in front of him. “Looks like your arm needs to be healed, I’ve been instructed by Lord Viren to look after you,”
Runaan set his gaze back to the cold stone floor and did not reply to her. But the idea of being healed? It was absurd when the whole point of having a prisoner was to make their stay, however long or short, the most miserable time.
“Not much of a talker are you,” Talia sighed becoming less afraid and more annoyed. She was sent down in the dungeon to get out as much information from the elf and leave. She wanted to leave the dungeon as fast as possible and away from the elf.
Lifting his head enough to send a chilling glare the girl’s direction, to let her know that if she dared touch him, she would be in for it was the only motion he sent her way. Other than that he dropped his head again once more. Let her do whatever, its not like he could truly stop her anyways. She was right, his arm did need healing.
Talia knelt down at the elf’s eye level and feeling quite confident knowing that he was chained up and not being able to strike her.
Little did the human girl know that although the elf was chained up, wounded and more or less a medium threat, he was still a threat.
He waited for her to come closer, if the girl touched him then he would make god his internal promise to scare the ever loving life out of her. That would be his final revenge he thought to himself, laughing in his own head. Because no doubt he does this, his time in the cell will be shorter.
At least that was his best guess. He tensed up as the girl neared, like a snake getting ready to strike.
@runaan-the-moonshadow
“An elf is truly in the dungeon?” Talia asked her eyes going wide staring up at the dark mage. She never saw an elf before and her stomach twisted in knots at the mear mentioned of them. Its been a few days since she been to Katolis for her internship and lots of things happened since her stay. The assassination of the King and the elves deaths. She heard all the elves were killed. Foul monsters got what they deserved, hearing how the King was a good-hearted man and having his life smoked out by those treacherous elves made her blood boil. However, one elf is still alive in the dungeon.
There was indeed an elf down in the dungeon, it was one of the elves from the most recent assassination attempt. A moonshadow elf, and in fact was the leader of the group.
Runaan kneeled in the deep dark and quite dank dungeon below Katolis castle, his arms restrained out to his sides and up just a little bit. the chain were cold and bit into his wrists, but that mattered little to him. What was worse was one of his arms, which had a tight binding around the upper part and was beginning to cut off circulation. It was a constant bother, a painful reminder that he had failed his mission at least by half and his team had paid for it. He too would pay for it in time, he was sure.
So in the dark he waited, waited and waited. For anything to happen, for someone to come in and end it, torture him, anything.
“Hello?” Talia softly called out. The smell in the dungeon smelled horrid it was dank and musty in there. She kept on high alert and gasped when she saw the prisoner. At first he looked like an ordinary human but the horns, pointy ears and lack of pinkies ruined that illusion. She approached him cautiously and her heart clenched at the poor state he was in. “Hello?” She called out again realizing her prisoner looked quite young, perhaps thirty or so and he had long silvery hair that was unbound and flowed around him.
Runaan could hear when there was someone approaching his cell long before they even opened the door. He did not look up nor did he make any noises. To him and in his mind he was already dead. His body naught but the shell of someone whom they could try and do anything too but it would not matter.
When the cell opened and a girl stepped in, he did not lift his head to meet her gaze. instead, he kept his turquoise eyes shut as if he was asleep.
“I was told to come down here to check on you,” Talia said trying to keep her voice firmed as she stirred down on at the elf.
The captive Moonshadow did not move or even twitch an acknowledgment that he had heard the girl. He refused to even show in the slightest that there was another living being within the cell with him.
But within his own mind, he dared the girl to come closer. Beat up and chained as he was he would not allow her to touch him. Though that did contradict his ideas of being a ghost. Perhaps he wouldnt move. They would just have to see what happens.
Talia did not like the way his steely yet beautiful eyes examined her almost like they were knives wanting to skin her alive. She shivered and pushed the feeling aside before kneeling in front of him. “Looks like your arm needs to be healed, I’ve been instructed by Lord Viren to look after you,”
Runaan set his gaze back to the cold stone floor and did not reply to her. But the idea of being healed? It was absurd when the whole point of having a prisoner was to make their stay, however long or short, the most miserable time.
“Not much of a talker are you,” Talia sighed becoming less afraid and more annoyed. She was sent down in the dungeon to get out as much information from the elf and leave. She wanted to leave the dungeon as fast as possible and away from the elf.
Lifting his head enough to send a chilling glare the girl’s direction, to let her know that if she dared touch him, she would be in for it was the only motion he sent her way. Other than that he dropped his head again once more. Let her do whatever, its not like he could truly stop her anyways. She was right, his arm did need healing.
@runaan-the-moonshadow
“An elf is truly in the dungeon?” Talia asked her eyes going wide staring up at the dark mage. She never saw an elf before and her stomach twisted in knots at the mear mentioned of them. Its been a few days since she been to Katolis for her internship and lots of things happened since her stay. The assassination of the King and the elves deaths. She heard all the elves were killed. Foul monsters got what they deserved, hearing how the King was a good-hearted man and having his life smoked out by those treacherous elves made her blood boil. However, one elf is still alive in the dungeon.
There was indeed an elf down in the dungeon, it was one of the elves from the most recent assassination attempt. A moonshadow elf, and in fact was the leader of the group.
Runaan kneeled in the deep dark and quite dank dungeon below Katolis castle, his arms restrained out to his sides and up just a little bit. the chain were cold and bit into his wrists, but that mattered little to him. What was worse was one of his arms, which had a tight binding around the upper part and was beginning to cut off circulation. It was a constant bother, a painful reminder that he had failed his mission at least by half and his team had paid for it. He too would pay for it in time, he was sure.
So in the dark he waited, waited and waited. For anything to happen, for someone to come in and end it, torture him, anything.
“Hello?” Talia softly called out. The smell in the dungeon smelled horrid it was dank and musty in there. She kept on high alert and gasped when she saw the prisoner. At first he looked like an ordinary human but the horns, pointy ears and lack of pinkies ruined that illusion. She approached him cautiously and her heart clenched at the poor state he was in. “Hello?” She called out again realizing her prisoner looked quite young, perhaps thirty or so and he had long silvery hair that was unbound and flowed around him.
Runaan could hear when there was someone approaching his cell long before they even opened the door. He did not look up nor did he make any noises. To him and in his mind he was already dead. His body naught but the shell of someone whom they could try and do anything too but it would not matter.
When the cell opened and a girl stepped in, he did not lift his head to meet her gaze. instead, he kept his turquoise eyes shut as if he was asleep.
“I was told to come down here to check on you,” Talia said trying to keep her voice firmed as she stirred down on at the elf.
The captive Moonshadow did not move or even twitch an acknowledgment that he had heard the girl. He refused to even show in the slightest that there was another living being within the cell with him.
But within his own mind, he dared the girl to come closer. Beat up and chained as he was he would not allow her to touch him. Though that did contradict his ideas of being a ghost. Perhaps he wouldnt move. They would just have to see what happens.
Talia did not like the way his steely yet beautiful eyes examined her almost like they were knives wanting to skin her alive. She shivered and pushed the feeling aside before kneeling in front of him. “Looks like your arm needs to be healed, I’ve been instructed by Lord Viren to look after you,”
Runaan set his gaze back to the cold stone floor and did not reply to her. But the idea of being healed? It was absurd when the whole point of having a prisoner was to make their stay, however long or short, the most miserable time.
@runaan-the-moonshadow
“An elf is truly in the dungeon?” Talia asked her eyes going wide staring up at the dark mage. She never saw an elf before and her stomach twisted in knots at the mear mentioned of them. Its been a few days since she been to Katolis for her internship and lots of things happened since her stay. The assassination of the King and the elves deaths. She heard all the elves were killed. Foul monsters got what they deserved, hearing how the King was a good-hearted man and having his life smoked out by those treacherous elves made her blood boil. However, one elf is still alive in the dungeon.
There was indeed an elf down in the dungeon, it was one of the elves from the most recent assassination attempt. A moonshadow elf, and in fact was the leader of the group.
Runaan kneeled in the deep dark and quite dank dungeon below Katolis castle, his arms restrained out to his sides and up just a little bit. the chain were cold and bit into his wrists, but that mattered little to him. What was worse was one of his arms, which had a tight binding around the upper part and was beginning to cut off circulation. It was a constant bother, a painful reminder that he had failed his mission at least by half and his team had paid for it. He too would pay for it in time, he was sure.
So in the dark he waited, waited and waited. For anything to happen, for someone to come in and end it, torture him, anything.
“Hello?” Talia softly called out. The smell in the dungeon smelled horrid it was dank and musty in there. She kept on high alert and gasped when she saw the prisoner. At first he looked like an ordinary human but the horns, pointy ears and lack of pinkies ruined that illusion. She approached him cautiously and her heart clenched at the poor state he was in. “Hello?” She called out again realizing her prisoner looked quite young, perhaps thirty or so and he had long silvery hair that was unbound and flowed around him.
Runaan could hear when there was someone approaching his cell long before they even opened the door. He did not look up nor did he make any noises. To him and in his mind he was already dead. His body naught but the shell of someone whom they could try and do anything too but it would not matter.
When the cell opened and a girl stepped in, he did not lift his head to meet her gaze. instead, he kept his turquoise eyes shut as if he was asleep.
“I was told to come down here to check on you,” Talia said trying to keep her voice firmed as she stirred down on at the elf.
The captive Moonshadow did not move or even twitch an acknowledgment that he had heard the girl. He refused to even show in the slightest that there was another living being within the cell with him.
But within his own mind, he dared the girl to come closer. Beat up and chained as he was he would not allow her to touch him. Though that did contradict his ideas of being a ghost. Perhaps he wouldnt move. They would just have to see what happens.
@runaan-the-moonshadow
“An elf is truly in the dungeon?” Talia asked her eyes going wide staring up at the dark mage. She never saw an elf before and her stomach twisted in knots at the mear mentioned of them. Its been a few days since she been to Katolis for her internship and lots of things happened since her stay. The assassination of the King and the elves deaths. She heard all the elves were killed. Foul monsters got what they deserved, hearing how the King was a good-hearted man and having his life smoked out by those treacherous elves made her blood boil. However, one elf is still alive in the dungeon.
There was indeed an elf down in the dungeon, it was one of the elves from the most recent assassination attempt. A moonshadow elf, and in fact was the leader of the group.
Runaan kneeled in the deep dark and quite dank dungeon below Katolis castle, his arms restrained out to his sides and up just a little bit. the chain were cold and bit into his wrists, but that mattered little to him. What was worse was one of his arms, which had a tight binding around the upper part and was beginning to cut off circulation. It was a constant bother, a painful reminder that he had failed his mission at least by half and his team had paid for it. He too would pay for it in time, he was sure.
So in the dark he waited, waited and waited. For anything to happen, for someone to come in and end it, torture him, anything.
“Hello?” Talia softly called out. The smell in the dungeon smelled horrid it was dank and musty in there. She kept on high alert and gasped when she saw the prisoner. At first he looked like an ordinary human but the horns, pointy ears and lack of pinkies ruined that illusion. She approached him cautiously and her heart clenched at the poor state he was in. “Hello?” She called out again realizing her prisoner looked quite young, perhaps thirty or so and he had long silvery hair that was unbound and flowed around him.
Runaan could hear when there was someone approaching his cell long before they even opened the door. He did not look up nor did he make any noises. To him and in his mind he was already dead. His body naught but the shell of someone whom they could try and do anything too but it would not matter.
When the cell opened and a girl stepped in, he did not lift his head to meet her gaze. instead, he kept his turquoise eyes shut as if he was asleep.
@runaan-the-moonshadow
“An elf is truly in the dungeon?” Talia asked her eyes going wide staring up at the dark mage. She never saw an elf before and her stomach twisted in knots at the mear mentioned of them. Its been a few days since she been to Katolis for her internship and lots of things happened since her stay. The assassination of the King and the elves deaths. She heard all the elves were killed. Foul monsters got what they deserved, hearing how the King was a good-hearted man and having his life smoked out by those treacherous elves made her blood boil. However, one elf is still alive in the dungeon.
There was indeed an elf down in the dungeon, it was one of the elves from the most recent assassination attempt. A moonshadow elf, and in fact was the leader of the group.
Runaan kneeled in the deep dark and quite dank dungeon below Katolis castle, his arms restrained out to his sides and up just a little bit. the chain were cold and bit into his wrists, but that mattered little to him. What was worse was one of his arms, which had a tight binding around the upper part and was beginning to cut off circulation. It was a constant bother, a painful reminder that he had failed his mission at least by half and his team had paid for it. He too would pay for it in time, he was sure.
So in the dark he waited, waited and waited. For anything to happen, for someone to come in and end it, torture him, anything.
Have you happened to see the... rather interesting stories written about you and Ethari? If so, how accurate are they to real life? ~💙
I have not had the pleasure of reading such things as of yet, but I have very little doubts that what is written is quite.. accurate indeed. *smirks*
Second Dragon Prince S03 art! Runaan and Ethari (aka the Tinker) <3
