#viking-prince

[tuesdaybelyakova]

@viking-prince

The wind blew through the trees outside of Trost, large ugly fingers scratching at the 50 meter cream colored Wall Rose. Atop the wall, stood soldiers- a similar crest of roses and thorns adorning the backs of their jackets as gear clanked in the wind. It was another day of work- another day of clearing unwanted visitors from the Wall.

The beings scratched at the Wall, their happy hungry faces ready to devour those innocent. Not today, as a single soldier flew across the Wall- swords drawn as she cut deeply at the nape of one Titan. The blonde hair billowed from her speed as she swung back onto the Wall, landing safely on her feet. 

She looked out in the distance at the trees and the beautiful scene as she dispensed her used blades. The familiar click of her new blades reattaching to her triggers was music to her ears as she pushed her hair back. 

Tuesday gave a running jump and dived back into the fray as others followed, swinging low into another.

(viking-prince) 

[forgottenxprincess]

Far from home ;; Rp w/ Viking-prince

It was a fairly hot day. The sun beat down on the sand and clouds floated ever so slowly across the sky. The ocean for the most part was calm relaxing, it seemed like any other regular day.

Except it wasn't, at least for Kida.

Kida mumbled as the cool water lapped upon the shore and above her legs. "Mahkim..." 

Her white hair plastered to her face as another large wave rolled in but this time engulfed her completely jolting her awake. She coughed and sputtered, gasping for breath. Where was she, and how did she get there.

Her eyes were barely opened as she slowly she lifted herself off the ground. Her legs felt like jelly and she crumpled back down to the sand, she tried again and again but failed. Growing frustrated she crawled from the coast till her hand met against a rock and she turned around to lean back on it.

She took a shaky breath and rubbed the sand from her eye. Then she looked around. This place was defiantly was not Atlantis anymore...

She pulled back her arm and tried to use the rock to help herself up, but her hand slipped and she hissed. She opened her hand and a thin line of blood welled from the cut and into the creases of her palm. She closed her eyes frustrated, confused, hurt, and terribly lost.

'Bedeg..'

[theweepingtrees]

Opening RP | viking-prince

"Enough, Tylon!" The girl chided, lifting her hands and taking the dragon's thrashing head by its single spike, pulling it down enough to look him in the eye. "Be calm, turnip." She closed her eyes against the huff of hot air that the frustrated dragon gave off, leaning his head into hers stubbornly. "What's gotten into you?" The girl asked, releasing the spike to pat Tylon's scaled jaw, the dragon still thrashing its tail anxiously. It was still night, a crisp wind drifting in from the sea as the notice to an incoming storm. The girl had no idea why Tylon, the oldest dragon in her small group of hatchlings, had been so fussy in the past hour. She figured it to be caused by the storm, but storms happened often, and the dragons had never feared them before.