forum Scandalous Royals | Fantasy Kingdom RP (OPEN)

Started June 12, 2018 by Star Girl

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“Her name is Nike,” Thatcher simply stated before adding on. “I said you could pet her if you would like. I don’t think she would attack without my permission.”

"She is pretty protective of you, isn't she?" Fawn said as they turned the corner to the kitchens. "This is it. And do me a favor, don't let the killing get in the food, please. It is the only thing enjoyable about this place." She looked down to her left into a long hallway. "That's strange. There is usually a guard on duty here."

Alex figured it was very suspicious that she knocked out some of the guards. A little snack wouldn't hurt. She thought to herself as she bit into an apple.

Olivia went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. She walked at an even pace plus hung a knife while doing so.

“Very protective,” Thatcher had commented to Fawns words. He stepped into the kitchen, Nike hovering by the doorway. She knew her boundaries. Well, and that he would let her have the corpse as a little snack. His covered tattoo of a scythe glowed a deep red, and suddenly, a tall scythe was in his hand with the sound of scratching metal. His eyes glanced around as some mortals watched the reapers with mixtures of surprise and fear. “Ryan Maxwell,” He said, and a young man’s head snapped up. “You have been chosen for a reaping. Accept it with dignity.”

The man obviously looked hesitant, but he eventually stepped over to the Reaper, eyes wide with fear. Thatcher remembered what Fawn said about not getting anything in the food, so he led the man out into the hallway. He looked at the man with an apologetic gaze for a moment before swinging the large weapon, seeprating the man’s head from his body, and making a deep, gruesome gash across his torso. He heard a woman’s cry from the kitchen, and could feel terrified gazes on him. The scythe vanished and he motioned towards the body. Nike quickly approached and the heads ripped into the body hungrily.

"Pleasant." Fawn stood by the hallway, staring at the starving dog heads. "I found a few guards passed out in the left wing. Thought maybe the mutt could sniff out something. Also, if you don't have another reaping after this, it's something to do." She then broke out into a cheesy sarcastic adventure voice. "Wanna hunt down bad guys in the castle?"

Thatcher arched a brow at Fawn in question. “Sounds interesting, but I hope you know that I can’t kill people as I please. Nike can get a bit carried away if threatened, but I am not allowed to injure others,” he reminded. As he spoke, Nike was too busy tearing at the alreay mangled body, one head chewing on what looked like a femur bone.

Blood from Nike's meal splattered on the white fabric of the dress. Fawn realized again how strange it was that she was talking to a reaper in a wedding dress. She shrugged it off, for both had gotten used to the dress from their first acquaintance. She looked out the window for the last time, longing for the grove. It was like she could feel the stream on her shoes. But as she snapped out of her gaze, she realized it was only blood from the cook. "You don't need to kill anyone. I'm bored. You seem like you are bored. Your dog's gonna be bored after his dinner. I'm just suggesting some fun." Fawn smirked as her nymph-like playfulness rose within her.

Thatcher gave a loose shrug and nodded in agreement. “Let’s do something then,” he said simply. His eyes glanced Fawn over, frowning at the blood staining the white dress. “Er, sorry about the wedding dress, Nike gets messy with her food…”

Fawn laughed. "Do you think I care about this dress?" She trotted down the dark hallway, towards knocked out guards.

(Lol yeah, seeyah)

Thatcher clicked his tongue for Nike to follow, and yeh hound took one last bite of the corpse before leaving it on the floor. He followed after Fawn, falling into step beside her. “I never told you my name. Against most popular beliefs, it’s not reaper. It’s Thatcher.”

"I like Reaper better. So Reaper, where you from? I wouldn't say your family is very supportive of your career." Fawn picked up a sword from one of the unconscious guards.

“Family? No, as far as I know, I have no family. One day I was just here in this land, in an instant. Family ideas just tend to get in the way of my work,” Thatcher hummed, shaking his head slowly as he looked down at Fawn.

She twirled the sword in the hand. "So you just use a scythe, or do you specialize in any other weapons?"

“Mm, I’m decent with a small blade or dagger, but best with a scythe,” Thatcher said, the tall scythe appearing in his right hand.

"Sorry for bombarding you with questions. I haven't met a Reaper before." She looked out each window as they passed by, seeing the grove growing farther and farther away.

“It’s alright. Reapers are a rare breed, so that’s not uncommon to have never seen one before,” Thatcher said with a slight shrug of his shoulders, the scythe vanishing with a flick of his wrist. Nike could be heard following behind them, her claws clicking on the tiled floor.

Fawn felt a sudden throb in her body. She collapsed to the floor, dizziness overcrowding her eyes. She tried to snap out of the pain, climbing up to her feet. Thatcher stared with concern and she tried to let off a smile. But instead she groaned from the pain. She fell in and out of consciousness, stumbling to stay on her feet. She tried to speak but no words came out. The forest. I need to get to the forest. Her body ached for transformation, but it only could come when she got to the woodland.

“Fawn? Are you alright?” Thatcher asked, eyes narrowing with concern. He reached out and grabbed onto her arm to help steady her, and suddenly knew plenty about her- a bit of her background, what her species is… Her species. “The woods,” he murmured to himself. “Nike, follow,” he told the hound, who gave a soft growl in response. He threw up his large trench coat, pulling Fawn to his chest before ravens replaced them. They squawked, taking off and out of the castle. Eventually, the birds came to a nearby patch of forest, and with a sweep of shadow, Thatcher and Fawn were back to their normal selves. He flicked a black feather off his shoulder before lowering her down to the grass. “I should have warned you before doing that, you may feel a bit nauseous.”

Olivia walked to the kitchen to grab some food before she went out. She decided to warn all other before betraying her so she started to twirl a knife in her hands while walking at an even pave.

Olivia walked to the kitchen to grab some food before she went out. She decided to warn all other before betraying her so she started to twirl a knife in her hands while walking at an even pave.

( What?)

Olivia walked to the kitchen to grab some food before she went out. She decided to warn all other before betraying her so she started to twirl a knife in her hands while walking at an even pave.

( What?)

(Lol before attacking her I meant)

Olivia walked to the kitchen to grab some food before she went out. She decided to warn all other before betraying her so she started to twirl a knife in her hands while walking at an even pave.

( What?)

(Lol before attacking her I meant)

( Can you rephrase this?)

Olivia walked to the kitchen to grab some food before she went out. She felt extremely vulnerable to an attack so she decided to warn any potential attackers what they might be feeling with by twirling a knife in her hands.

Cammie was hiding in the shadows, with a bag full of foods and an item that would get her out of there. I think this girl is going insane. She observed. She waited a few moments before sneaking over to an open window. Once the girl's back was turned, Cammie lept out of the window and into open air. Forest, shortcut, ocean. She thought quickly to herself as she landed on a roof of a castle before sliding down its walls and running away to the safety of the forest.