#dragonofparthevia

[parthevianspider]

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The woman snickered at her friend behind her sleeve, her head tilting just a bit. “Oh? You were hit as well Seren?” That didn’t surprise her in the least. “It is odd though…It’ll take some getting used to-“

     A sly grin. A light chuckle passed his lips, albeit the inconvenience of the gender flip. He held a hand up, measuring to his forehead. "At least I'm taller now."

[discipulo-de-prazer]

"I didn’t do it." [-casually joins the meme thing if that's ok- -crossover time?-]

"I didn't do it."

♔ ; A curious glance was cast down towards the other male, golden eyes glimmering with a feigned curiosity. "You didn't do it, you say?" the Noah inquired in a light tone, casting his gaze up ahead to the chaos that littered the streets. "Well, someone certainly must have. And it definitely wasn't an Exorcist." the disciple murmured, staring out in a rather bored fashion at the disaster.

[haemaatic-blog]

♤

"Don't come near me--!" his voice was strained when he shouted. He scooted further into his corner, burying his face in his knees, hugging his legs close to his chest in some attempt to disappear entirely. If he made himself small enough, stayed still enough, the shadows of the night would swallow him up. Or so he hoped.

[sonoficeandfire]

(( Will hopefully be getting to those Auld Lang Syne asks today~ Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience! ))

[earnestsasian]

Dress Code

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will-be-king

     Today was scheduled for prayer in the public church for his family. They went there five days a week, and on two days they would pray at their own private shrine at home. It was very important to do public prayer if you were in a higher-up position of the theocracy. He was a prince, so hence why he did it so often as he did. It was very important to have the people remember your respect of the god which would encourage them to pray more often as well.

     Spartos had been doing it since well before he could remember, and he found it to be nice. His favorite part was going through the city and seeing all the life of the people. The Kingdom had good fortune because of their deity he was told. Everyone was happy and sometimes he would see kids his age playing together. Sometimes he wanted to go and play with them, but when he asked the first few times it was met with the same response.

     "Maybe later."

     The prince never objected to it, and assumed it was because he was far too busy with his studies to do so. No matter, though. The scarlet-haired boy had a chance to go and do some things in town today since he was supposed to go wish good health to one of his sick inspectors. As they departed from prayer, the boy bid his family farewell for a bit and began to travel down the street.

     As he did so, it was easy to spot a group of... odd-looking strangers. They didn't wear the traditional religious clothing, which was very much frowned upon. Which was why he had no problem going up to the taller males, his hands behind his back. "Excuse me?" he spoke in a rather shy, quiet voice before quickly saying it again a bit more strictly and louder to get their attention. "Where are your turbans? You have to wear them or you'll upset our god."

[sinbad-no-ousama]

AU - Parthvia, An Unexpected Encounter [Closed]

Ah, the man sighed, gulping down another large gulp of water as he glanced at his map. This was quite the predicament he had been placed in. He was running low on food and water, and the nearest city was one he'd rather not return to, Parthevia. He had left that city behind long ago, after his father had been killed in war, and his mother dead from illness. He had been drafted into the army against his will when he was but fourteen, but he had quickly escaped. He wasn't going to fight for a country that didn't care for it's citizens, no matter the consequences. By the grace of Solomon he had managed to escape and survive all these years as a wanderer, but now it seemed fate deemed it necessary to return to that cursed capital.

He groaned and rolled up his map, returning it to the bag laying next to him. It had been eight long years since the day he had left Parthevia for what he thought was for good. He could only hope the stay wouldn't be for very long. He glanced towards the direction he was to head, and he could make out the figure of  a tall looming tower in the distance. Oh he he remembered the stories of that tower well, it was Baal, a dungeon that had taken many lives. He had been incredibly close to challenging that death trap as a youth, but after his mother had died he had lost the conviction. Ah, well, it must have not been fated anyway, he would have just gotten himself killed.

After packing up his things, he began in his chosen direction. Sadly, he didn't get very far, as almost as soon as his trek began, the earth decided it was going to shake violently. "W-What?!" He exclaimed, and winced at the light he saw in the distance. It was.. coming from Baal! A few moments later, he opened his eyes. The dungeon had vanished. Somehow, he had this odd ominous feeling in the back of his mind, that today was definitely not going to be a good day.

[regis--alti]

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         "Should you be wandering off on your own in the middle of nowhere?"He asks,lifting his head and attention from the book he had been reading and indulging in,up towards the commander standing right in front of him.