Thread: Don't You Dare (Silverknight & EvaRose)

It had been a long time since the man set eyes upon the elven princess, the green eyed beauty that he was supposed to be married to by now. He was currently looking at a picture that hung on the ceiling of the throne room, a painting of the girl that he lost. It was the painting that was made the day of her fifteenth birthday, when she wore a sleek black dress that could show off her green eyes and a lovely necklace that the old king gave her that morning. He could still remember the gleam in her eyes when she saw what they did for her birthday, the day that her grandfather finally declared that she was a princess and his heir. The princess... his princess... The elven man growled softly as he fingered a necklace, one found just a week ago by some servant who dared to step into the forgotten room of the princess - it was the same necklace shown in the painting. He tried to smell it, just to see if there was a whiff of the princess' sweet scent left on it. Like all born of elves, her hair was smooth as silk, skin soft to the touch and ears pointed at the tips to let all know that she had elven blood running through her veins. And, unlike the elves that lived in the kingdom she once knew, the princess had skin that was not gray but still pale. At least, that's what he hoped she would look like, that she was not touched by the darkness. He grew sick, tired of the gray skin that each of the females now had. He had the same grey skin, of course, as they did. The elven king had dark eyes and hair and his clothes did not hide his somewhat muscular form. If it wasn't for the things that he did, the king would have been gone by now to search for Vanya himself. Princess Vanya, he whispered softly under his breath as he stared up at the picture, will soon be mine. The door opened as one of his maid came inside, bowing low to him. There are people at the castle doors, my liege, waiting for you to assess them. Yes, yes, send them in. That was about two weeks ago... In another kingdom across sea there was a figure moving about in the darkness of the night, a large one that was about as tall as a horse, if not more so. The shadowy figure was making its way through a town. The streets were brightened only by makeshift streetlights that had nothing more than a candle inside of it. The figure stayed in the shadows instead of going into the light, even as it neared a building and stopped right at the door. Now, a soft voice whispered, go sit down somewhere and wait for me to come back out. Remember, don't try chasing anyone or their pets. Just sit. With that, the figure parted into two, one slipping further into the darkness while the other half opened the door of the building. Light spilled out of the building as it stepped inside, revealing its true form a woman. It was nothing more than a woman. However, uneasy eyes turned to her, some looking over the woman slowly as she stepped into the building and closed the door behind her. Strangely enough, she was able to ignore the looks that they gave her as she stepped through the tavern. In all truth, she liked the way that people stared at the ebony hilt of her sword, which happened to have a emerald embedded in the end of it. The sheath was fashioned the same way, black with green swirls moving about it. Her clothes were what set her apart from others, especially the women. Her skirt covered half of her thighs, looking a bit torn on the edge of it. The upper half of it covered her chest at least, though her belly and lower back was bare to the world. She wore a pair of black boots, which looked exceptional with the rest of her clothes. Even in her clothes, which seemed more proper on a working girl, the woman walked with her head high and green eyes looking forward without any falter to them. The woman stopped at the bar counter and had to sit on one of the stools before the men decided to turn their gazes. A hand rose to run slender fingers through her black hair, parting the locks to show off her sharp tipped ears as she tried to think to herself. Her hair ran down to the middle of her back, brushing against her skin each time her body shifted in the slightest. Barkeep, I would like a beer and any information you might have on this area, she said, turning her gaze to the man behind the counter. In all truth, she had been traveling quite a lot. There was something bothering her lately, something to do with the life she left behind. It was odd, but she had a dream just a few weeks ago that freaked her out enough to make her move from where a two lands were about to go to war. She was not against going into a war and fighting for whoever paid most, though she tended to be picky nonetheless. Still. Why did she go out of her way to move out to where the pickings were slim? It didn't even make sense to her.