#sovstart

[ofemeline]

            “now i see why the people of bearoria fear the forbidden forest,” she spoke her thoughts aloud as she eyed the dark trees. the queen was on the border of bearoria, peering into the darkness ( despite it being in the middle of the day ). “are attacks common ? from the creatures in there ?” she turned to the nearest person in the town before gesturing to the forest.

[pvrcss]

     pyros sat, in the midst of the garden, reading. it was some boring text about the tyrant king of bearoria, but there was little else to do. he had already done his shopping, visited those he had to visit. now, he had leisure time. but, he found himself growing bored. however, his boredom did not equal to loneliness and seeing someone walk his way, he swivelled his body so that his legs took up the length of the bench. 

[pvnclora-blog]

     pandora had always loved birds. there was no question about that. back home, she had a collection of them. she had personally tended to all her birds and only allowed cordelia, along with a select handpicked number of servants to enter the bird sanctuary. they were always on the back of her mind. that’s why when she hears a shrill chirp from nearby, her ears pique. 

     at the same time, her eyes immediately begin searching for the distressed bird, “ did you hear that ?? ”

[casscl-blog1]

           it was late, nearly dusk-- around the time for supper to be served. she sat at one of the tables alone, a book in hand a glass of tea sat perched on the wooden table before her. there were candles lit on each table that brought just the slightest of lights-- enough to see each other’s faces. as one of the servants came ‘round offering her more wine, she shook her head multiple times. “oh, no. i, uh. i can’t drink any. thank you though, perhaps they will like some more ?” anya suggests nodding to the person nearest to them.

[magnus-blackhart]

Magnus wanted to be in Ironhaven, he knew that it wasn’t the time for it but he just wanted to be back home. He spent most of the day in his room unless it was imperative for him to be out, though he would take a few walks around the castle trying to entertain himself. He was tired he hadn’t slept properly since that day, And as he sat on a bench in the garden he closed his eyes and felt himself falling asleep until he heard footsteps and quickly looked at the person approaching. “Can I help you?”

[levilaroux]

“Is tha’ forest kept around ta’ keep threats out o' Bearoria ya’ think...” He muses out loud, Levi would have probably kept talking at any rate regardless of if someone was standing by him. “cause it seems like n’ awful big threat o' a place right next ta’ a kingdom.” He thinks the whole dammed thing ought to be burned to the ground but he doesn’t say as much. “and what’s tha’ deal with tha’ spiders, what’s ta’ stop them from coming out, what’s stopped them this long, eh...?” He muses more, hand rubbing idly at his bandaged wound; unaware if the poor soul actually wants to listen to him.

[judasmontague]

And here he thought being stuck in Norden was bad, to be stuck in a place whose woods the wolf in him didn’t even begin to trust was truly something. Hands run down his face in agitation. Gods, fuck this, fuck this, he was already done with it. “What’s keeping us from leaving, everyone is fine right? Just dandy? Because I’m about ready to leave.” His tone was flat and winy, and Judas lets out a huff of air, he felt far too cooped up in this place, Norden no longer felt so stifling all of the sudden; it was as if his wolf self was howling under his skin and bones, clawing to get out, to run free.

[pvrnelle]

         as she inspects the fruit cart, purnelle sings quietly under her breath. it’s a song she wrote long ago, before the dracborough ball. with the plague, she had never found time to finish it. but, after returning to dracborough, she had all the time and inspiration at her disposal. 

                 “ behold the dragon queen, 

        standing stately with her scepter,

        like a picture from a dream 

        who can look upon her stately face 

        and not feel lost in her eyes. ” 

       she trails off into quiet vocalization, for that’s all she’s written thus far. but, that should be enough for today, anyway. with curious eyes, she looks up at the merchant. “ can i have this ?? ” in her hands, she holds a large, green pear. the man nods, seemingly dazed. purnelle simply smiles and gently lowers it into her small wicker basket, the bottom already filled with bright and ripe fruits. “ thank you, sir. ” then, she turns, ignoring the guilt churning in her stomach. but, instead of a clean get away, she feels a small tug on the sleeve of her dress. “ oh !! ” she exclaims softly, turning again. “ my apologies !! it seems we’ve snagged eachother. ”