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#Post#: 16979--------------------------------------------------
Our Whispers of Promise
By: Forte Date: September 3, 2014, 6:51 am
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From the overbearing whirlwinds surrounding the unanimated Aria
Kingdom...
The young dragon Prince had detached himself from the balcony
and floated down, landing kneeling down and far from stumbling
about unlike weeks... perhaps months ago.
He wasn't sure.
Piu Forte was not sure when and how he had returned to his once
beautiful and prosperous kingdom.
[sup]...Promise...[/sup]
It mattered not.
The rather urbanized kingdom where he met nothing but challenges
seemed too much trouble anyways.
He had to recover...
Recovery...
[sup]Promise... You promised her...[/sup]
And at least see if he could appeal to his God of Order.
Pray for forgiveness at least.
Recollections, rash decisions and the like seemed to allow for a
seemingly clear mind.
...Yet.
[sup]You have a Promise you couldn't keep...[/sup]
Forte walked forward, adjusting his familiar, light, yet durable
and more prince-like attire.
It almost felt welcoming not to have be in his training
fatigues.
He adjusted the half plated armor about his chest, neck and
collarbone.
Held by a tough strip of leather, the ever proud three clawed
symbol of Pathros was upon his body.
Under that dull gold-seeming chest armor was a sleeveless half
robe buttoned down and tied together with a deep ruby sash.
Under that was a light fitting... rather off white
Arabian-looking pants that stopped at his ankle.
As usual traditional black bands of a soldier were on his arms,
fresh wraps around what seemed like heavy dull gold gauntlets,
as through the wrapping and his gauntlets, talon-like black
nails.
He took one step. the small half cloak he wore attached to the
armor billowing against warm and arid desert winds.
[sup]..Promise...[/sup]
He adjusted his most trusted companion, his Jambiya from the
cord that held it together from under the sash.
A small pouch of supplies, the Oud he bought wrapped around his
tail.
After managing such little words...
CRYPTIC WORDS at that from the God of Order, he knew his time
about Pathros is fleeting.
Lingering about such pained 'Statues' would not save his Home...
Save his world.
His family...
His wings opened, stretching fully, each giving a strong flap as
he lifted the hood of the half cloak over his head, another
scarf around his maw to protect from dust...
He took off, after begging forgiveness, and asking for patience
from the petrified statues of his Mother, Father and Sister.
....
.......
...[sub]Promise.[/sub]
...Protection....
[sup]No harm to ever come towards her.[/sup]
..You Promised!!
It took him... well days... He wasn't sure, never one to keep
track of time as he finally returned to where His mind could try
and be at ease.
Near the same shop as the first day he stumbled upon this
hamlet.
"Nay... it has not been as long as I assumed. How foolhardy of
me." He growled out, looking around.
His mind wondered to see if his rather cannibalistic friend of
the Snow-Claws was doing much better...
But he had to settle matters of other importance first.
Something an aching resolve... and perhaps heart yearned for a
conclusion.
His feet automatically knowing exactly where the palace walls of
the Redbella clan.
For moments he couldn't swallow.
He shook his head, and gave out almost a bit of a war cry
towards the gates.
"I am the exiled one! I demand to seek an audience with your
Ruler!"
His hand kept onto the Hilt of his Jambiya.
He was more than sure he would be thrown towards the dungeons.
Keh!
That mattered not!
If she cannot hear him then he will continue on.
His heart would have to deal with the pain of a broken promise.!
#Post#: 16988--------------------------------------------------
Re: Our Whispers of Promise
By: Forte Date: September 3, 2014, 7:37 am
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He maintained a strong posture as he growled dangerously at the
guards, repeating his business once more, just as strong in tone
in his request.
...The request turning more and more into an agitated demand as
he blinked, hearing her voice.
His gaze, then body turned towards that window.
"Serenade...?" he questioned, then realized that he had his tail
in a death-grip with the neck of the Oud he carried about him.
...That wasn't at all what he intended to do.
Far from it in fact.
But it was always best to humor her demands.
...Even stranger as to why she seemed so... pleased to see him?
His tail gave him his stringed instrument; examining it for a
moment as he had it returned in no time flat.
With a bit of a snort of brimstone he figured this might be the
best time to show why his kingdom was known as the Aria Kingdom.
With a few plucks... his playing became cautious at first, as he
became focused on the instrument, allowing at least his melody
to become more... heated for better terms for a dragon.
The melody was gaining in strength and in a sense passion.
Harboring emotions always seemed to flow from the strings he
plucked with such empathy.
#Post#: 17003--------------------------------------------------
Re: Our Whispers of Promise
By: Forte Date: September 3, 2014, 8:17 am
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As he finished playing, or at least heard her to tell the guard
to let him through. He... for moments was a bit confused.
Relieved but confused.
He walked forward, already knowing quite well where her bed
chambers where.
He opened the door, as he greeted her with his right hand into a
fist, under the emblem of his kingdom as he bowed.
"...Milady." he began. A growl surprisingly ever cautious,
"Gratitude for your allowance to seek audience with you."
The Out was back to being wrapped around his tail, towards his
back as he slowly stood upright.
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Re: Our Whispers of Promise
By: Forte Date: September 3, 2014, 9:44 am
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The was a low hum-like growl as he was cleaned up, probably not
noticing how he looked after he got past the desert sands.
However Forte watched her all the same.
He listened "I cannot help but question how I do such a thing,
Milady..." he muttered, "Are my boorish tactics really something
that warranted the banishment... or was it truly because I
humored a goddess and my culture fell on deaf ears...?"
He continued to have that low cautious grumble of a growl, "To
council with the Gods... though I was told it was for naught
since that curse... that is exactly what I urged myself to do
while in such a weakened state."
#Post#: 17024--------------------------------------------------
Re: Our Whispers of Promise
By: Forte Date: September 3, 2014, 2:11 pm
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Forte sat next to her as she motioned, his tail moving the Oud
back into his hands as he heard her reasoning.
However he held his usual bout of a frown, having to be so close
and to look into her eyes as he breathed deeply, "Yes Milady,
Such a reasoning makes more than enough sense."
Such a movement allowed him to break that full gaze to gain
composure. Though embarrassment about meeting her gaze seemed to
perplex him for a spell.
He did look back at her, as he plucked idly from the Oud,
"Though as I have stated... My king has been conditioned to
respect the Gods. I was doing what I was raised to do."
There was a hard 'TWANG' as he realized he snapped a string yet
again.
He growled sullenly, as he actually let out a sigh.
"That Goddess.... her Followers... those under that billowing
Cur of a Hyena..." He glanced back at her, "Had I attacked her
for the Hyena's folly... well I would've killed more than enough
of my brethren, Milady." He touched the sash that held together
his robe-like shirt, exactly where he had that large scar.
"Had I attacked the beshrewed Goddess than their fates would've
been the same for anyone of Canine or Hedgehog... or if my mind
recollects... a Lynx. I am afraid I cannot carry that burden on
me as well. I cannot bare to see such horrors inflicted on my
own people yet...."
He began to pull out the broken string, "I have a Promise to you
I will take to my death. Yet I have the weight of my Kingdom as
well. I must save them... If being banished has you protected
then so be it. I am not a Solider of Foreswear..."
He shook his head, a quick glance to her then back to unraveling
the string. "... Oft I was reminded that I could not leave this
Kingdom... Injuries or not. Until you tell me otherwise, My
promise to protect you from anything will follow me until I am
slain. With knowing that Warrant... Does this show meaning to my
Plea? To know that I am willing to help your Burden, as I try
and find a way to ease my own Kingdom's?"
#Post#: 17054--------------------------------------------------
Re: Our Whispers of Promise
By: Forte Date: September 4, 2014, 9:42 am
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He grunted as he was pushed onto the bed, thoroughly surprised,
as his wings adjusted under him.
"NNnngh...milady??"
She was posing over him as if he was prey.
...Wait.
Make Love...?
A strong crawl of crimson was over his tanned muzzle.
She didn't really mean... to Mate did she?!
...That's what she was asking right??
He swallowed hard, as he had a nervous scowl across his face.
The other Soldiers in his battalion spoke so much about what
they have done. Bragged even.
So all he recalls are from that.
He looked up towards her, "I... erm..."
"A...as Her Majesty Wishes."
He swallowed again, not quite knowing how to tell her he
wouldn't know what he was doing.
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