“Guards!”

Flecks of spittle flew across the lavishly decorated room as the man on the throne shouted. Several men ran to stand in front of him, standing at attention.

“Profit report,” the man on the throne said irritably, “and make it quick.”

“The recent tax increase has brought the monthly profit up half a percent, sire. We recently raided a village that was suspected to contain two tax evaders, and that reaped several million dollars. We didn’t end up finding the tax evaders, but we did gain a large amount of food and a few women as well,” The soldier took a breath and searched his memory for other recent profits. “Another raid is planned for next week, to search out a possible murderer, who will be given the death sentence.” The man fidgeted slightly while saying the last sentence, uncomfortable with the blatant contradiction.

“Go.” The king didn’t bother to thank his guards, for they were, to his mind, slaves. It was true that they were paid a meagre wage, but they were totally expendable and the punishment for complaining would make the work conditions seem like a spa retreat. He relaxed back into his plush throne, relaxing his bulbous stomach and closing his pale blue eyes. Life was good for him, the poor were poor, the rich were rich, and he, the king, was the richest of them all. There was a tiny, nagging problem at the back of his mind, but he ignored it. A king deserved his peace, after all.

Not far away, but looking like another world, an ebony-skinned woman surveyed a broken and burnt-out city.

“This time, Keige has gone too far.”

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The light filtering through the dusty window barely lit up the shabby room. The peeling walls, worn furniture and threadbare blankets gave it a decrepit look, but from a small padded cupboard came a tiny glow, barely visible, but enough to transform the surrounding objects from looking ancient to somewhat mystical. The faded tranquillity was broken, however, by a tornado of raven hair and ruffled skirts bursting through the door.

“I would kill him if I could… tax evaders… too far…” The woman muttered broken snippets of sentences mixed with frustrated curses in various languages. She darted around the room, dark eyes and calloused fingertips probing for various supplies. Eventually, she had gathered a curious *censored*ortment of objects on a rickety table, before kneeling before the padded cupboard and opening it. The light from inside became much brighter, and without wasting a second, she scooped up the precious contents and hid them in a bag. She was ready.

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Being in the streets past curfew was dangerous, and Rilia knew that. Still her task was worth far more than her own life, and she couldn’t do it by day. Sneaking through the streets, she pried her way into houses and left notes for three sleeping people.

Three sleeping people whose lives were about to change, forever.

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((HOkay.))

A small shape darted throught the darkness, lithe and swift. The figure, outlined by the moon, was obviously a boy, running as if a pack of wolves were nipping at his heels. Skidding to a stop under a small lantern, His body was illuminated. He wor a black leather top, cinched up to his neck with crimson thread. His pants were black denim, and were quite tight, leaving room for breathing and moving, but not enought to get caught upon a brach or protruding rock. His hair was black, a chunk of bangs flopped over his right eye. Lifting his head, his face was illuminated briefly, pale skin and mismatched blue and green eyes. They were slanted, and his thick lips tight in a frown.

The tips of his raven hair was a snow white, and his eyes darted back and forth, his ex
pression that of a cornered animal. He lowered his head and took a breath, taking off like a shot, feet dancing over the ground with almost inhuman swiftness. Taking shelter in the doorway of an abandoned house. Tax collectors pounded by, with shouts of, "He went this way!" and "We have to catch him!" This teenage boy's name was Dravius, and he had been running from collectors his whole life. He cupped hi hands around his mouth and howled, imitating the pitched tones of a black wolf, feared and revered in forests. As he lowered his head, he crouched down, baring slightly pointed teeth.

His manner was much like a wolf's as well. The short time he had been forced to spend in a school, after his father had been  executed, had been torture. Always teased, always ostracized. He snarled to himelf, and backed farther into the house, sitiing down by the wall with a soft thump. His father....He sighed and closed his slanted eyes. Marvie had been the only one to take care of him, the only one not to run away... Of course, Marvie was not his real father, but better than that wine soaked idiot. He started as a thin shape slipped into the wreck, and he got to all fours and growled softly. THen he glanced away as the wolf, for of course it was, lay down near Dravius.

((Nice. I quite like your style, but it needs to be a bit longer. Ideally, it should include some snippets of your character's personality, history, and social status, along with their appearance. It should also involve your character recieving the note and going to the meeting place.

Ugh. I really should've said all that in the first post, shouldn't I? Sorry.

Edit: Nevermind, it seems it was a WIP anyway. Nice so far!))

((<3

I love it. 8D accepted, accepted, and double accepted! 

If you feel like adding a little more, maybe involving her going to the park the next evening, that would be good, just so we all end up in the same place.

But I still love it. >w<))

((Oh well. I think it's naice, anyway. ^^

It'll help get everyone in the same place, in any case.

Once Ferret's character is at the park, and one other person joins, we should be all set to go. ^^))

OOC:

Literacy makes me crave to join.

But sadly I am known to be the destruction of roleplays...

I get really into it, then lose interest and leave.

Anyhow, good luck you guys. <3

((Uwi: I do that too, sometimes. It's really annoying, to me and everyone I'm RPing with. >.<

Thanks for the luck though, and you're welcome to join if you change your mind.))

Dravius shook his head slightly, lifting his bangs from his eye and looking around suspiciusly. A stream of moon light flowed through a crack in the ruined house's shell, pooling on the floor and illuminating a small letter. Frowning, Dravius slowly got to his feet, keeping his eyes on the puddle of light. Picking up the letter, he turned it slowly this way and that, inspecting the wax seal and, flicking it open with one finger, unravled the note inside, squinting hard and silently forming the owrds to deciper what it said.

I have left this note in hopes that you will meet me, the evening after you discover this note, at ___ park.
There will be others.


Others...Dravius thought, letting the envelope flutter from his hand to the floor as he turned the note in his hands. Like him? Please! He tossed the note aside and sat down next to the wolf again, but he found his eyes drwn inexplicably to the letter, as if was taunting him. Snarling he thought to himself, I might go, just for a bit. But I'm not leaving Torak behind. He got up, and making a small uff! The wolf got to it's feet and shook out it's pelt.

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Looking at the ever-sinking sun, Dravius cursed himself again, and stepped into tthe park. He saw a lone figure, sillhueted(Sp?) against the red sky. It seemed to be female, and facing away from him. He crept closer, keeping his fingers entwined in Torak's thick mane of fur. Dravius took a deep breath, and tapped the girl gently on the shoulder.

((You don't have to wait for someone else, but it'd probably be easier on them if you waited.

If you do decide to make a post, (which is fine),  make sure you don't go too far along with the Rp. (Maybe one more post each and that'd be about it.) Rilia probably won't turn up until another person comes, but if we don't get any interest in, say, the next 24 hours, I'll just start it up and have Rilia either carry or hatch the last egg. I don't want you guys to lose interest before we've even begun, and it'd work fine with three people.))

((I would love to join, but I don't think I'll have the time to get around to writting my intro post. Hope you guys find a 3rd member soon. :D))