Forums » General Roleplay » A wild orphan appeared (1x1 with gloomy)

(Oh, Eon, I'm starting to fall outta love with this website. It was fun a first, but... well, there's really only one person I really ever RP to, and I'm so used to our RPs. This site just feels a bit... boring. I'm sorry. I humored you and enjoyed it, but I don't know if I could continue the motivation to RP here. Sorry.)

(Noooooo!!!! You haven't even tried with other people I was really enjoying this )

(*Andrew instead of Eon. Sorry.
And I'm sorry to say this as well, I don't think I could ever RP with someone I don't know. It's just... a phobia of mine. I'm afraid of opinions, okay? I'm no proud of that fact, but I'm sorry. And really, I'm just not getting too much into this site. I enjoyed RPing with you, but it wasn't something I'm used to, and that whole misreading set off my phobia. I'm sorry...)

(No!!!! Please don't :c it's just a misreading... It happens a lot... Please don't go? I promise that everyone you RP with would love it... You're such a great RPer...)

(Er... alright Andrew... I'm sorry about making a scene of it, then.. Wanna delete all these side messages, then, and can I edit my part with Malus now that I know what to do?)

(Of course You really should try to open up... There's a lot of awesome people here who would live to RP with you)

(Okay, I'll just edit my part and re-post it here then. It's gonna be hard for me to open up to RP with other people, but I can try...)

"Alright, good. Good... What I need you to do is stand by him and be ready to heal the wound as soon as I remove his arm, alright? Alright." He patted the young squire's shoulder, "Breath deep, boy." Malus prepared himself, gripping the hilt of the axe tightly, then forced down as hard as he could. Since the axe had already been a good ways through the poor man's arm, the pressure Malus used to push it through felt more like it was simply a hot knife gliding through butter; and with that, the arm was no longer connected to the boy's shoulder. If fell to to the ground with a thud and blood began to well out of the large wound. Malus dropped the stained axe and cringed.

Natalia listened and nodded. The moment the arm was off, her hands were on the wound and a creamy light began to glow on the wound. The blood stopped to flow first, then flesh began to reform over it, leaving a small scar, and then fur started sprouting up and covering what wasn't a scar.
Fortunately the boy had passed out at the sight of his arm laying on the ground and so made no protests.
"W-what now?" she asked Malus wghen she finished.

(I'll even help you what kind of a story would you be interested in?)

Malus looked at the newly healed shoulder in awe, then examined the boy's unconscious form. "We can't just leave him here... do you think he is fit to be carried?" The king inquired.

(I'm looking for anything fantasy-esque and with anthros, really. Oh, and sorry for the late reply. I was at a convention.)

"Why wouldn't he be?" Natalia asked, her head cocked to the side, "I think he'd be fine."

"Alright. I'm just making sure." The king responded thoughtfully, before picking up the unconscious boy. He began his march onwards past the death and disorder of the world outside whilst giving his trademark scowl. "Who would do such a thing..." He muttered, "Disgusting..."

(What convention? and would you be okay with making a new character to fit with someone else's?)

Natalia followed behind Malus and looked at the cheetah's; he was kinda cute... Maybe with him? She was 100% sure he had no chance with the king. Not only was she homeless and filthy but he was already married. This cheetah... She still had hardly any chance at all with him, but he was an armless squire and therefore couldn't do his job anymore... Maybe if he got kicked out they could live on the streets together?
Natalia shook her head, trying to push such idealistic and wonderful thoughts (Yes, living on the streets could be wonderful for her, as long as there's someone to be with) out of her mind.
"Nobody wants me for anything..." she whispered to herself.

Malus had been formulating his next course of action to take, considering his last plan he made had gone up in smokes. He was angry and miserable, not only because of what these foul creatures have done, but at himself for not realizing this risk sooner. In all his years as king, his had never happened before. Skirmishes with the neighboring kingdoms, yes. That was normal. Barbarians, however? It made him sick...

He gazed at the boy in his arms and heaved a sigh, before thinking he had heard Natalia say something awfully quite. "Hmm...? Did you say something?" He looked back to her, his gaze seeming older and more melancholic.

(We went to our local PopCon. ^3^ And of course I would make more characters. I've been trying to figure out how.)

She let out a startled "eep" when he asked her that and she shook her head, "nothing important, Lord Malus..." she said quietly.

(Fun!
You make new characters in the dashboard tab would you prefer Pm or forum?)

(Hmm... What is this one? Pm or forum?)

Malus looked at her for a second, then turned back around without another word. He gingerly shuffled the squire into a different position, holding him over his shoulder almost like a sack of flower whilst taking off his crown to examine it. He ran his thumb over the smoothed red jade and let his reflection play upon it's glossy sheen. He was at a loss.

(What we're doing right now is forum and anyone who wants to can read it.. PM is done through private Mesages which only the recipients can read)

Natalia followed behind him with her head low and tail dragging in the way she usually moved about and she was considering just slipping away. He seemed pretty focused on that crown.

(I'd probably prefer PM, but Forums sound fun)

Malus took one last look at the crown, then cast it over his shoulder. "Bah..." he muttered as the gold plated accessory clattered onto the ground.

Natala let out a little gasp and dove to catch it. She let out a little cry as she hit the ground, pain coursing through her bruised body.
"M-m'lord..." she stuttered as she stood.

(Okay I can work with that)

"Hmmm...?" He looked back again, "Oh. Bah, go ahead and keep that crown. I do not need it." He dismissed with the wave of a hand, "Hmm... Actually, perhaps you can use it to level your own fortune; you need it far more than I do."

He thought for a moment, then gave a chuckle of amusement, "Queen Natalia... Ooh, I quite like that. Has a nice ring to it..."

He thought he could feel the squire begin to stir.

(Thank you~!)

"But Lord Malus!" she protested when he suggested she keep it, "No one would ever believe that you had given it to me! They'd think I stole it!" she whimpered and blushed bright pink at his next thought, "Q-queen?"

The squire was indeed beginning to wake and he grumbled as he started coming to.

(Do you know your way around the site pretty well now? you know how to navigate the forums and such?)