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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 21, 2007 18:31:51 GMT -5
The man was definately taller than him, standing at a good 6 feet. He was staring at the sharp edge of a silver arrow, point-blank and yet, not the least bit intimitaded. In fact, a growl errupted from his larnyx, rumbling out into a vicious snarl as his already battered body writhed as he walked, circling and preparing for a kill. Yet the man seemed unconcerned. He curled his lips back to expose his well cared for fangs, glistening with saliva and exuding a sense of danger and malace. A pause, and he lashed his body out, leaping to the hunter. The man swung up the weapon as he sunk sharpened fangs into the man's junction of throat and shoulder, missing vitals which was a terrible mistake, for it gave himself an open shot. He felt the cool metal of the arrowhead burning against his skin beneath fur, and how it jerked whe the man pulled the bow wire. A fire burned out his side with a loud strike of the wire, and he could just feel his ribcage blowing out, chunks of bone, muscle and flesh flying and staining soil forever, soaking into his black fur and matting it, darkening. He howled with pain, and that was a mistake. He felt another point against the underside of his jaw, then--
His head snapped up with enough force to elicit a crack. He whipped it around, searching for the man in his dreams--nightmare--, before letting out a deep, long breath through his nostrils, his heart throbbing rapidly and painfully inside his chest, beating against his just-sore-thinking-about it ribcage. Same nightmare, three weeks, 3 days. Each time, it got more explicit, and now he was beginning to feel pain afterwards, sometimes even smell blood. At first, it was only dreams. But than it had hit him when he was awake. Once, he'd been correct about a dream. And now, he just trusted them.
This was one he didn't want to live.
They're getting worse, He admitted. Just saying it aloud to himself made him believe the reality of it. He thought of going to Nick about it, but hadn't yet. He growled, and looked down, seeing that his head was popping out from the row of roses, and the thorns were prickling at his throat and the leathery collar there. This would look extremely paranormal if someone walked by.
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Post by alaryalexiajones on Mar 21, 2007 19:08:25 GMT -5
This was his second time in the gardens, just this time he wasn't sitting in the middle of the pathway mumbling non-senses to himself as he mutilated himself with the thorns of a rose. Thankfully. This time, he felt a bit more serene, finally back in a routine that he was used to. He'd spent his usually forever getting dressed, making sure he looked top-notch and utterly delicious and adorable. Well, in his definition. Some people didn't find cross-dressed men delicious like he did.
The dress this male donned was a complete black, the collar quite high compared to those woman wore lately. Though, it was sleeveless, instead a transparent black lace acting as the sleeves and covering his finers like a glove. The bottom wasn't floor sweeping, oh no. Instead, it fell down to about his knees in a poof, a cover of diamonds shining the the material in a flashy way. The rest of his legs were uncovered, revealing his milkly white skin that wasn't often shown to the world, then his feet bearing a pair of black heels that he loved to walk around it oh-so much. They went click each time he took a step, amusing him to no end.
White powder had been applied to his face to make him seem even more flawless, and a deep red, almost blood red, lip pencil had been used to color his lips.
Alary could quite easily be mistaken for a woman, just... a very flat chested one.
Something caught his eye as he walked, and he couldn't help but turn his head at the sight. It was... an animals head in thorns. His eyes widened slightly, and he bit his lower lip nervously. Was the poor thing okay? |
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 21, 2007 19:18:31 GMT -5
He looked up again as a female passed, and his canine eyes widened as they could, and he ducked back beneath the rose flowers, and rechanged himself into his human desguise. He wouldn't be caught dead in front of another in his true flesh. Turned, he crawled on his stomach to the end of the patch, and whisked himself from under it, unnoticed at such a far distance. He casually took on a brisk walk, pretending to gaze at the surroundings as he advanced on the young --first-though-- female.
"A lovely day, isn't it, mad'am?" He said, his voice gentle. He was never one to be rude to a female. That was a lie.
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Post by alaryalexiajones on Mar 21, 2007 19:28:10 GMT -5
A curiosity filled him as the canine disappeared, and just a bit of disappointment. He had quite the funny love for dogs, and was delighted whenever he saw one, whether it was stray or not. He just loved them, and would love to one day own a dog of his own. If his parents permitted, that is.
"A lovely day, isn't it, mad'am?"
A giggle passed his lips at this inquiry, a light stain of pink gracing his cheeks, though slightly faded due to the powder on his face. He'd been taken as a woman, and he was delighted it was so. Alary always loved when he could pass as a woman, because that was really what he was going for. Up until he was about five, he thought he was actually female, always doing things a woman was and being addressed as such. Then one day he heard his parents talking, and found out that he was really a male.
"A very lovely day, indeed." He smiled slightly, looking to the floor for a moment before back up. "Oh, where have my manners gone? I'm Alary Jones, son of the Duke of Vondain. Pleased to make your aquaintance...?" He paused, looking up as if searching for an answer to fill that unspoken question. |
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 21, 2007 19:40:17 GMT -5
"Ah, a beautiful name suiting a beauty." He smiled gently, offering his hand out to take his for a kiss. He heard very clearly that Alary had said 'son', but he was dismissing it. He'd much rather address him as a female, and not get attached.
"My name is far to long, but you may call me Fletcher. I'm a friend of the lord's'." He bestowed a kiss to his hand gently, his lips grazing and catching slightly before he pulled back, releasing Alary's hand delicately.
"I'm not sure I've seen you about. How long have you been here for?" This certainly wasn't the man in his dreams. The man had been far more taller, and wasn't in clothes of a woman's. Speaking of which...
"And may I say you look absolutely stunning?" He fingered the lace of the dress breifly.
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Post by alaryalexiajones on Mar 21, 2007 19:54:57 GMT -5
His cheeks felt on fire, and he was sure that even through the white powder they were a bright pink. If this man continued to compliment him as such, he wouldn't be able to help himself and there would be a good chance he'd be a bit more forward than he usually was.
"Fletcher? Is that it? No fancy title that I get to be blessed in calling you? How 'bout Master Fletcher?" Alary giggled, smiling widely even as his hand was kissed. Sure, he was used to such formalities, but this man was much more interesting than all the boring ones he'd been around. Except for Aiden, of course...
"Only about a day. I arrived here not long ago, and I've been having quite the time already. I must say, it's so interesting here." Alary shrugged a bit, biting down on his lip. He didn't want to act out like a woman should not.
"Oh stop, you're making me blush." He stated, looking away bashfully. |
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 21, 2007 20:03:28 GMT -5
"Mmm. Master Fletcher has a ring to it, but Fletcher will do fine. I require no titles but my own." He grinned, watching the hues of pink form on the edge of the other man's cheeks.
"This place is quite the interesting of sorts, isn't it?" When you haven't explored it for countless of centuries. "Beauty, sacred, and the walls hides secrets, don't they?" He let a flashy smile be exposed. When Alary claimed that he was making him blush, Fletcher's ego rose in spirit.
"I'm sorry, but truth has a habit of getting out one way or another." He still didn't understand the reason why the SON of the Duke was here. His straight-forwardness was famous.
"What brings you to the Cashel Castle, anyways, Miss Jones?" He'd ONLY ever get this polite with feminine forms.
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Post by alaryalexiajones on Mar 21, 2007 20:18:54 GMT -5
Alary wrinkled his nose a bit at the rejection of the fancy title, having rather begun to taking his own liking to 'Master Fletcher'. It was quite fun in it's own little ways and the youth couldn't help but love it.
The pink in his cheeks finally faded, and he gathered the courage to look back up at Fletcher with a renewed smile placed on his lips sweetly. He was becoming rather taken with this man, unable to not like him. He was so sweet.
"I say it's rather interesting in all truths, yes. It's been puzzling me since I got here. I feel like I've been missing something everywhere I go, as if there's something I'm not seeing here. And, again, to be honest, it's beginning to rather bug." Alary made a face, wrinkling his nose up again in slight annoyance. "I've never really been fond of not knowing things, so I'm quite determined to snoop around until it's my time to leave."
"What brings you to the Cashel Castle, anyways, Miss Jones?"
The title still didn't bother him one bit, even though he knew that Fletcher knew it was male. Another pink stain appeared, lighter this time, but it was still here. "Well... to become Duke my father wants me to be wed. So, that's how I wound up here. Might I be so bold as to ask what brings you here?" |
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 24, 2007 19:46:30 GMT -5
"To be wed, eh?" Fletcher breathed amusement through his nose. "I'd fall dead before I was ever commited to someone." He stroked long fingers through his unnatural two-tone hair, shoveling bangs back from his forehead. A grin formed.
"And you would be bold to ask," He turned his upper body slightly to face Alary, side glancing at him. "I've lived here as a good friend of the lords' for years. I run a room 'bout here." He smiled wrly, almost a wicked one, thinking of the proffession.
"As well as that, I gaurd this place. You could say, I'm the gaurd dog." More than a dog, perhaps.
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Post by Lucian on Mar 25, 2007 14:03:26 GMT -5
"I've lived here as a good friend of the lords' for years. I run a room 'bout here."
Alary blinked at the speech, not quite understand. "You run a room 'bout here? Excuse me, but I don't think I understand exactly what you mean by that..." He trailed off, biting nervously on his lower lip in anticipation for the answer. Was what he had mentally guessed correct? Or perhaps he was wrong and just allowing his mind to wander a little bit too much for it to be sane.
"As well as that, I gaurd this place. You could say, I'm the gaurd dog."
"A guard dog? What do you mean by that, as well. Is that just what you refer to yourself as, or...?" He again trailed off in his speech, this time expecting the blank to be filled in so he would be so confused anymore. Alary's hands travelled down to the sides of his dress, and he began to nervously fidgit under the gaze of the other. He suddenly felt self-conscious, not knowing what this other man thought of him truely. Perhaps he was just saying that he looked stunning, but perhaps he was just being kind. |
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