Thread: Demon Prince and his Faithful Friend [Miss Alyss & WingsandFeathers]

Miss Alyss said Farkas was a young demon prince that loved to party and ignore his blood born responsibilities. He spent most of his time out with friends or at parties. His father was the king of their small kingdom and had been growing increasingly fed up with his young son's crazy antics. He had been wanting Farkas to start taking more responsibility with their kingdom to prepare him for his eventual takeover. Unfortunately it just pushed Farkas further into the party scene. Without any other options, Farkas' father turned to the one person who could reach his crazy son, Tryst. Tryst and Farkas had been friends for years, and the king hoped that he would finally be able to rely on his son in the way he needed to. Farkas quietly sat in his father's vacant throne chair, sprawled out like a lazy cat across the arms. It was dark out and there was a bottle of wine resting between his legs. His clawed toes lightly tapped against the wood as he hummed a tune to himself. From the mid-thigh down to his feet, his skin was covered in a soft fine blackish blue fur. His arms were tinted darker as well, matching his legs, and the hair upon his head was shaggy yet soft like the fur on his legs. A leather vest was strapped over his chest, keeping his pale torso concealed to the world, his legs covered with leather shorts that stopped just above his reversed knees. Lifting the wine bottle to his lips, his blue eyes closed as he took a few gulps before quietly burping, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was early in the morning, possibly 3am or so, and he had just snuck in after attending a party down in the local village. He had the lights out in the room, the only source of light in the room being the moonlight from the windows and a fireplace across the room, quietly keeping to himself as he rode out the buzz from all the wine he'd had earlier. Click to expand... Tryst had been born into his role. His father and mother had both served the king and queen faithfully through there lives so it was only natural their only son had grown up to be the prince's servant. Of course his childhood had been fairly easy, his only orders were to stay with the prince. It had been easy at first. The two had been friends and went everywhere together, but time went on. The prince discovered women and Tryst... he never thought of anyone but the prince. After awhile the prince had left his servant for the more entertaining world of women and parties. Tryst had thought himself to be abandoned and busied himself with finding other castle work. After all what good is a useless servant. Until the day the king sends for him. Given the order to bring the prince back to find a wife he sets off, locking his own feelings away. Tryst slipped into the throne room silently. Another night he had failed. Shaking his long shaggy sandy hair back from his eyes he looked around. There he sat, the prince, smug as a cat. Tryst frowned, where had he lost him at the party? The thought back over the night. He had silently followed the prince around, trying to figure out how to get the rambunctious man to go home. Tryst swayed a little on his feet and stifled a yawn. He glanced back at the prince. How he could spend night after night gallivanting around the town and not get tired baffled him. Already dark circles marked the underside of tryst's eyes and his already pale skin had grown nearly translucent. Reaching a hand up to try and steady his swimming head he took a step forward into the room, regaining his composure. Sir, He said quietly, keeping his eyes on the floor in front of him, I believe you should be in bed by now.