sonder spring 1716

roi de ton château


Exiled Prince

citizen of Éireland
born under
age
2 years old
gender
Male
size
Small
scent
Vanilla
culture
Outlander
home
Ancient Grove
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The prince watched the leaves change colour with a sense of apprehension. No one was coming for him. It finally dawned on him that there would be no envoys from the Kingdom of Lumiere arriving to take him back home. He was stuck on a remote, uncivilised island where the residents spoke an unfamiliar wild tongue and lived outdoors like beasts. Etienne had been forced to sleep beneath the trees for days and every night he was too afraid to close his eyes. He felt like there was always something watching, waiting to hunt him for his premium grade flesh that he had no doubt would taste delicious. Even he was tempted to take a nibble after the hunger became unbearable.

He felt like he was losing his dignity living like a filthy animal and surrendering to his basic needs. Drinking unclean water from suspicious sources, having to go to the bathroom outside which he did shed a few tears over.

Etienne Belmont LaRose Anthelm rose to his paws and shook his head fiercely. He would not let his viper of a sister win. He would survive this and become the king he was born to be, even a humble island like this would appreciate such an extremely handsome and extraordinarily regal prince like himself ruling over them. Any one of them would be lucky to consider themselves his subject, he deluded himself into believing like the simple minded and privileged prince that he was.
code: elyon | art: alz
09-14-2024, 02:34 PM
Reply #1 Shocked 

thief

citizen of Saora
born under
age
1 years old
gender
Female
size
Extra Small
scent
Sunflowers
culture
Highlander
home
Wanderer
threadlog
encounters
writer

Nilu had heard about the ships a while ago but only just got the courage up to ride them to this strange island. It was nothing like home and she wasn't sure if she liked that or not yet. This forest was certainly beautiful but it also felt empty with the lack of civilization for miles. She tiptoed through the woods until she spotted a fair man not too far away. He was shaking his head like he was disappointed in something but Nilu saw nobody else around. She peered at him from the trees, he was not much larger than herself but he had a sort of regality to him in the way he looked despite the fact that he also looked like he'd seen better days.

She also noted it looked like he had nothing of worth to steal so... she decided to introduce herself to him instead.

"Hi, there!" she chirped as she slipped from the trees, stub tail rising as far as it would go and shaking behind her as best it could. "I'm a little lost... do you know your way around here?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she peered up at him. She wasn't totally lost, it was just an excuse to talk to him, she guessed, but if she had to find her way deeper into this forest she would not really know where to go. Maybe he would. That would be oh so helpful!

"..."
09-22-2024, 08:00 AM

Exiled Prince

citizen of Éireland
born under
age
2 years old
gender
Male
size
Small
scent
Vanilla
culture
Outlander
home
Ancient Grove
threadlog
encounters
writer
zh-JXSc-U-xl
The fair haired prince’s entire body jolted like a startled cat when he saw something moving down from the trees. A dark furred creature with beady ruby flecked eyes. He wondered what manner of creature he had awoken from its slumber when suddenly it greeted him warmly. Wide pink eyes blinked, body frozen stiff, as for once in his life Etienne was stunned into silence. The small, smaller than him he noted with relief, wolf was as sleek and black as the felines that kept the Anthelm palace rat free. Etienne cleared his throat and assumed his regal pose, rosy tinted eyes acknowledging her coolly as if he saw wolves drop out of trees everyday and wasn't perturbed by her unique appearance at all “Enchante. Mademoiselle,” (Nice to meet you, miss.) he greeted her cordially and bowed his princely crown as if he was greeting a lady. “Oui, of course, I know the way around. I am the king of this humble land. King Etienne Belmont LaRose Anthelm,” Etienne declared, lifting a paw with a flourish and waving at their surroundings.

“You may address me as, your majesty, but I will also accept, your magnificence or my king,” he christened himself with his new title, looking quite pleased with himself. Rather than finding out exactly where he was or solving his food shortage problems Etienne decided to preen like a peacock and display himself as a king rather than another lost soul.
code: elyon | art: alz
09-30-2024, 12:07 PM
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