((I did. xD I read through all of them, then noticed at the end that you had two characters. And number 3 sounds like, me in guy-form. xD))

((Awesome, accepeted~))

Sawyer's vacant eyes scanned his bedroom with an amber glow.  Boredom wasn't really an emotion, so even he had to suffer its deadly effects.  He peered out his window, having a complete view of nearly the entire kingdom, with the exception of the south- eastern most corner.  He only hoped that Alyssa or Bentley were near so he could at least have company.  Even if company had no effect on how he felt.  What was happy?  Sad?  Angry?  And most of all, what was love?

He held a straight, expressionless face, not a smile nor a frown shown.  And with more grace than that of a swan (Which perhaps would save him in the near future), he lifted the window enough so that a certain princely figure could just barely fit through, and he climbed onto the shingles of the shallow palace roof.  He did this often, though a certain strict protector and a somewhat clingy 'girlfriend' had no knowledge of this.

The kingdom in the shimmer of nightfall was far more peaceful than the bustle of the day.  The only light in the area shone off the impressive windows of the glistening palace.  Oh, and of course there were the lanterns that lit the village roads and footpaths, twinkling dimly.  In the distance, the eerie figure of a wolf was just barely visible.  It appeared nearly every night, as if a warning of something.  Sawyer payed little mind to this, though.

In a whistle, a swift breeze battered at the lone prince.  It felt as though a storm was approaching.  Perhaps, perhaps not.  It didn't much matter to this boy anyway, who simply siddled closer to the wall of the structure.

In an unexpected flutter, an owl perched approximately ten feet away from the prince, tilting its head and releasing a questionative 'Who?'  In response, the prince lifted a welcoming hand, reaching out to his avian guest.  He began to scoot dangerously close to the edge of the roof.  One little slip, and he might go barreling towards the solid earth.

((Do you like him? xD))


Bently looked into the face of his so-called enemy. "Are you ready to die?" He growled at the person. 

"Are you?" The voice responded back. It, too, was a growl. 

"Of course." Bently snarled. Then his hard face broke out into a grin and he stood up. He patted the small 9-year-old he was speaking to on the back; again, he was grinning. "You got that mean face down real good, Shawn!" Bentley said, messing up the kid's hair. 

"Thanks, Bentley!" The boy said, his face in a full out grin. He was just a slave boy, but  he was surely glad that he was getting lessons from the best. Well, the best that he knew anyways. "Bentley?" the kid said, his voice curious. "Who's that man on the roof?" He pointed up, towards the Tower almost directly above them.

Bentely turned to look upon the roof. The sight shocked him. "Is that...?" He asked himself aloud. "No... It can't be! The Prince would never do anything that stupid!" As Bentely said this, he found himself in doubt. Yes, Sawyer would actually do that. 

"Prince!" Bentley shouted, his voice full of rage... And concern. "Get off that damn ledge!" He shouted, not bothering to watch his language in front of the kid; he would being to curse sooner or later. "Don't make me come up there!" He yelled, hoping the sound of his voice would carry across the wind.

((Fail. D|)) 

Feliciana was walking carefully around the kingdom. She didn't have many friends, so she was alone. Her long blue hair was in a long french braid, going past her butt. She then felt her pendant begin to glow, and she felt as if she was changing. Her blue hair began to get white highlights in it, and her long, green dress transformed into a knee-length white flowy dress that had feathers all in it. Not having any glass near her, Feliciana didn't notice the change.

"That was odd," she murmered to herself, sighing. Then, she spotted the prince on the roof. Her heart nearly skipped a beat. She really liked the prince. And then came the second thing that she noticed: he was dangerously close to the edge of the castle's roof. She gasped.

"Prince Sawyer," Fennec said, her voice desperate. "Please be careful." She normally wasn't allowed to speak to the prince, due to his fiercely protective bodyguard.

Sawyer, despite the words of those around him, shifted on his knees.  If he could be nervous, he surely would have been.  Not because he sure to hear of this from Bentley later in the evening, but because his new feathered aquaitance seemed troubled.  He seemed to sense danger in those more defenseless than himself (That count is pretty low at times), and though he couldn't feel kindness, he had the strongest desire to protect them at any cost.

The owl, with a cringe, squaked as a projectile from the sky crash landed in its head.  Hail.  Sawyer himself was nearly unaffected, but the bird tottered around as more and more shards of ice collided into the small creature.  It stumbled off the edge, the prince leaping valiantly not long after.  His arms wrapped around the obviously dazed creature mid air, and the pair plummetted down, closer and closer to a harsh landing.

The owl seemed to embrace this gesture, snuggling in the royal boy's arms.  He defintely had a way with animals, if anything.  And if that prince could have felt happy, believe me, he would have.  And if could have felt frightened, I'm sure he would have also. 

((Oh, yes, and I certainly do, Shaste.  Truely a unique charra ;D)) 

Alyssa wasn't one to barge in where she wasn't needed (Actually, maybe she was...), but she just happened to be walking down to Sawyer's palace when the whole scene unfolded. She suddenly 'happened' to see her boyfriend-the Prince, that is-pretty much jumping to his own death. If he could die, that is. Either way, she didn't want him to get hurt. He'd look bad as a bruised, bumped-up prince, and she'd look bad because he did. No way Alyssa was going to let her image get ruined.

She twirled the white lily she had for Sawyer in-between her hands, thinking. Then she noticed his really protective bodyguard, Bentley. Alyssa kind of hated him, because he wouldn't let her near Sawyer all the time, but she figured now would be the chance to warm up to him. "Bentley!" She called, running to him. "What the hell is he doing? Help him!" 

Bentley snapped out of his thought bubble as Alyssa's voice popped his silence. His attention was brought back to the falling prince. Save him...? How would he be able to do that? Sure, the prince couldn't die, but what type of body guard would Bentley be if he couldn't even save the guy from falling. That would surely get him upset with the King. 'Off with his head', was all Bentley could hear. 

"Bentley! What the hell is he doing? Help him!"

"I don't know what I can do, Alyssa," Bentley said, his voice just a slight growl. What could he do? He could have Sawyer fall on him? At least then, Sawyer's damage would be minimal. Instinctively, Bentley found himself rushing to the spot the Prince would fall to. He didn't know what he was doing, or how it would help at all, but, as Sawyer's body guard, he had to do everything that he could. 

((She can sprout wings, I suppose.  Small ones, mind you ;D  Or you can give some small power or something, ex.- Creating a soft la
yer of clouds ground level.  Whatever you wish, as long as it's not something amazingly powerful.

Oh, also, any powers will only be usable in the transformed state.))

Sawyer flopped gracefully into the clouds, rising to his feet in a royal motion.  He held his arms out, the owl cooing gratefully and flying away.  He noticed the figure who'd created the cusion that saved him, eyeing her thoughtfully.  He stepped to her with a princely stride.  "Thank you."  His tone was rather plain.

And what he did next was rather unexpected.  He gently grasped both of her hands, removing them from her eyes so he could see her face.  The prince didn't recognize her from around the kingdom.  But he didn't let go of her hands, still maintaining a soft grip.  "Who are you?"

"Bentley."  Sawyer carefully lowered the girl's hands before releasing his grip.  "She helped me."  He stated blandly, hoping his guard would understand, and not get angry at her.  After all, she seemed like a good person to be around.  But what did he know about good personalities?  Granted, he did understand the concept of friendship.  He didn't grasp the emotions that went with it, however.

"She's my friend."  The prince declared.  But he would have said that about anyone, because he was kind.  In an emotionless way, of course.  If that makes sense.  He couldn't be mean, at least.