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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:07 pm
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Name: Ehren Shibuya
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Type: Wind
Breed: Wind-Flutter crossbred
Temper: Honorable
Found: 8/18/08
Colourist: King
Dam: Feena
Sire: Yuuri Shibuya
Siblings: Isamu Shibuya & Kamui Shibuya
Mate: Calavero
Familiar: None
Personality:
Before: Quiet and honorable, Ehren could be shy when meeting a beautiful lady. A brilliant warrior he remained gentle, if sometimes seeming a little reserved. Inexperienced in the ways of relationships, he is a strong family man and loves his own family deeply. Always ready to aid those in need he never desires thanks of praise for his actions, seeing them simply as something that is right and just. Born son of the Demon King (if his father's stories are to be believed), Ehren has grown up with a serious respect for his 'duty' and a desire to become a stallion worthy of his father's royal bloodline.
Now: After loosing the one he had pledged to protect, and who he had given his heart to.. hes a broken man. While he still keeps his honor, it is just about all that keeps him going. His personality has become even more reclusive and reserved, he never smiles, and never stays around anyone long enough to risk forming any kind of bond. He prefers to protect from the shadows, appearing when needed, than leaving without even being noticed. To be thanked for his actions embarrasses him, as if it reminds him of his ultimate failure.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:32 pm
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He fell for a beautiful priestess from another land, fell hard and fell fast. Yet their relationship had barely begun, when it was ripped asunder and one day, she had simply vanished, leaving not even a hoof print behind. Ehren was heart broken, and went into seclusion. For months he never once set foot outside of his cave, but stayed in the silent darkness, struggling desperately to come to terms with what had happened. Somewhere in that shadowed time, the Great One spoke to him, and eventually, he returned to the world of light.
Now, back amoung the world of the living, the stallion with the broken soul is simply seeking to live, to get through each day. Love is the last thing he wants, but what he needs is someone to rekindle the life within him, and one day to make his soul whole again. he wont ever be as he was, but he could live a fairly normal and loving life with someone.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:53 pm
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Relatinship: mate
Name: Calavero
Temper: Debonair
Personality: Calavero is a complete rake. Even at a young age he showed an interest in impressing the ladies, being quite the showy little stud, but never forgetting his manners around them, save maybe his older sisters. He doesn't particularly like taking after his mother with those far too pretty and delicate wings and more often then not tries his best to keep them out of site and out of mind.
Name: Tian-Yi
Temper:
Relationship: First Love
Story:
Relationship: Father
Name: Yuuri Shibuya (pronounced ~ Yur~e Shib~bu~wa)
Gender: Male
Breed: Kyo Kara Maoh Cosplay
Element: Water/Celestial
Found: 07/23/07 (Owned by Rein_C & Guardian Yami)
Temperament: Unpredictable
Mate: Feena
Offspring: Isamu shibuya, Kamui Shibuya (Yami), Ehren Shibuya (Kai)
Personality: Yuuri has never had the best of luck in his life. Believing that he was once a two-legger royalty figure he now walks in the body of a soquili. Straying far from everything he knew, Yuuri now tries to understand and cope with everyday things. Not understanding why he is dressed in strange clothing, he tends to base that off of the other past he had. He does have a cheeky side to him with humorous overtones. He’s quick to get embarrassed and will stutter or laugh if he feels intimidated as well.
Then there is the other part of him that Yuuri himself doesn’t recognize. There lies a deeper, stronger, and more forceful personality that’s triggered from the mere attempt of causing an innocent harm. Spoken words of truth, the one Yuuri acknowledges as the Maoh or demon King, is definitely something of a spirit that resides within him. When his mind is made up he’ll pass judgement on the oppressor, even if it means that individual’s life could be on the line.
*(Taken from Rein's teepee)
Relatinship: Mother
Name: Feena (pronounced ~ Fee~na)
Gender: Female
Breed: Grandia Cosplay
Element: Lightning
Temperament: Adventurous
Found: 4/14/07 (owned by Rein_C)
Adpoted: Lady Saissis
Mate: Yuuri Shibuya
Lineage: Adopted by Saissis
Personality: Adventurous is the one word that sums up this mare’s identify. Facing the odds, taking on hidden perils, is what her desired heart whispers her to do. A fiery spunky outlook in life that she thinks rather quickly yet always deems her solutions quite worthy. Quick to find something of interest, she can have a sharp tongue that’s full of wiles and sarcasm, while her meaning is gentle and concise.
Her travels to this land with Saissis have fleshed out that wonderful passion she holds deeply within. Though her first meeting with a stallion proved a bit domineering, she soon learned that not everything is the way it seems. Think deeply before you act, for a simple heartfelt word could be a thorn in one’s hand.
*(Taken from Rein's teepee)
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:05 pm
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Possible surrogate females: Mai, Aria
He fell for a beautiful priestess from another land, fell hard and fell fast. Yet their relationship had barely begun, when it was ripped asunder and one day she had simply vanished, leaving not even a hoof print behind. Ehren was heart broken, and went into seclusion. For months he never once set foot outside of his cave, but stayed in the silent darkness, struggling desperately to come to terms with what had happened. Somewhere in that shadowed time, the Great One spoke to him, and eventually, he returned to the world of light.
Now, back amoung the world of the living, the stallion with the broken soul is simply seeking to live, to get through each day. Love is the last thing he wants, but what he needs is someone to rekindle the life within him, and one day to make his soul whole again. he wont ever be as he was, but he could live a fairly normal and loving life with someone.
Update: From the shadows of the night, a golden-eyed stallion has appeared, refusing to take no for an answer he has swept the poor prince off his hooves without waiting for so much as a 'by your leave'. However, now with his heart somewhat unwillingly stolen from him, he will eventually require a surrogate.
Plot 1: Set before the time he finally came back out into the world of the living and thus before he met his knight in shining satin. This mare would have found him during his lowest hour, most likely holed up in the cave in the high mountains. Ehren is not entirely all there during this part of his life. Broken and discarded he losses sight of his path through life and becomes confused and lost. This would possibly be a mare looking to manipulate a stallion, or equally, someone who wished to comfort him during those bleak months. Either way.. it is not that likely he was fully 'aware' the whole time and may or may not remember her or any resulting offspring.
Plot 2: Set in the future after Ehren and his soulmate have settled into something resembling a normal life together. This time the worn prince is fully conscious and has his mate at his side for support. The pair wish to have a family of their own and since they are both male, are on the lookout for a suitable surrogate female. She should be kind of heart and sympathetic or at least understanding of their situation. Calavero is very protective of his broken prince and won't tolerate any mare that abuses him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:29 pm
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Stuff
AIM rp Kai: -tosses Ehren out, whistling innocntly-Neon: -giggles and punts Cala out to greet him-
Cal: -Lands miraculously unruffled on his feet, but gives Ink a rather cocky grin for her efforts.-Kai: Ehren: Landed hard on his butt, missing the stranger's arrival as he slowly pulls himself to his feet and dusts down his uniform with a sigh.Neon: Cala: -He cants his head at the rather imaculate looking stranger with interest. It couldn't be helped but to note that they were dressed rather differently, tugging at the hem of his handsome, white waist coat with its swallow tail and shiny silver buttons which fastened at the far left side of his chest. Gloved fingers twining in the curls of hair as he scratches his head, momentarily befuddled.- ....Good afternoon, monsieur?Kai: Ehren: -Startling at the sudden voice to one side, the black-uniformed male froze on the spot, one hand mid-way to fixing the sun-disk clasp at his shoulder. The only messy thing about him was the green-tinted black hair that fell ove rhis face, mostly hiding dark eyes., but not covring the sudden redness that coloured his cheeks. The clothes looked like military parade, but the man within hardly seemed the type as he took a faint step backwards. "... Good afternoon."Neon: Cala: -He watched the other with suddenly inquisitive eyes, smiling all the while the way rakish men often do. Charming. Inviting. And lets not forget seductive. As far as apples falling from trees go, this one had taken an entire branch from his father on his way down. The young Lord was amused by the stark contrast in their attire. Musing to the stranger in a voice that possessed a cooling warmth to it, like a dusky summer's eve.- Your clothing... do you always wear such sober colors? Kai: Ehren: -Catching himself moving back the male brought his foot back in line, heels neetly together even as slightly uncertain fingers fussed with the gold sash at his waist. Glancing up at the golden-haired gentleman, Ehren frowned faintly, not understanding why the man before him was interested. "Yes, its my uniform." Frowning again he pushed the long ponytail of thick, dark hair over his hsouler and out of his way, as if the mass was a neuance.Neon: Cala: -That stiff posture spoke volumes in comparison to his own. The stranger wasn't just a warrior, he was a soldier by the look of things. Structure and discipline, two things he didn't quite have a taste for. Maybe if he had he'd be in the royal guard, but who needed all that drama? He was content to use his abilities for his own purposes. Afterall how could he go about saving and wooing all the many fair patrons in need of his assistance if he was shackled to the duty of serving a single royal family? Perhaps his loyalty could use some work but--the internal monologue stopped suddenly. Rambling in his own head. Hah, how suave! Gently butting the heel of his palm against his forehead Calavero chuckled in a lyrical tone, carefully removing his gloves and tucking them in the pocket of his coat as he offered his hand to the other who was eyeballing him in a particularly puzzled expression.- I was just thinking, that you must be a soldier... but it seems that my thoughts ran away with me! No matter though! My name is Calavero. Son of the Lord Valentino and his Lady Alaure. Permit me to greet you cordially and ask.. just who you might be, my gallant sire?Kai: Ehren: Dark eyes watched the stranger, at once both nervous and wary. The golden-eyed adonis before him seemed to be intent on staring him down. And as the seconds dragged past, Ehren got more and more uncomfortable, being stared at so intently, as if the stranger was trying to see inside his head. Finally, just as he was about to make an excuse and escape, the man moved, performing the most bizzar guesture Ehren had seen. Frowning in puzzlement, he shifted a little, barely avoiding jumping at the rich, warm tones of the stranger as he spoke yet again. Blinking, now thoroughly confused and more than a little bewildered, Ehren simply stared, belatedly realising the other had extended his hand. After a moment, he slowly reached forwards, taking the offered hand in his own. "I.. am Ehren Shibuya, Son of Yuuri Shibuya, Kin-g.. uh.. " Eyes widened at accientally almost letting out the full title of his father. Coughing to cover his blunder the dark-eyed prince released the handsom stranger's hand and bowed formally. "Greetings Sir Calavero."Neon: Cala: Stiff was an understatement when it came to the Shibuya boy, but all hope wasn't lost for the gentlemanly knave. Ehren still answered him, perhaps out of politeness and still extended a gesture of greeting though mostly out of a mechanical instinct to show proper manners, but it was a place to start! The large hand that enveloped Ehren's was warm and secure, not constricting or tense in the usual tendencies of most men as a way of silently testing their opponent. His smile broadening in genuine enjoyment at their first contact, and refusing to relinquish it when Ehren attempted to withdraw from the all too brief affair. Skilled digists instinctively laced into those opposite his own, lazilly tipping his chin with an almost boyish expression as he eyed his handsome new acquaintence.- ...It seems we're both dressed so elegantly this evening, I wonder what the occasion is... you don't have somewhere important to be, do you Master Shibuya?Kai: Ehren: Had he known that the other considered him little more than a boy, then the handsom rogue may have found himself at sword-point, but as it was, the captive hand tried to subtly slip away, and when that failed, rested lightly wihtin the warm grip of the others, as if reluctantly accepting the prolonged contact. There was no squeeze or test of stength from the young officer, a sign that despite all outward apperances, he wasn;t quite as unsure of himself as it seemed. At least when it came to fighting prowess, the dark-eyed officer was secure with his own skill. It was just a shame that quiet confidence obviously didn;t extend into any other part of the man's personality. Grey eyes lifted from where they had dropped to watch those agile fingers curl between his own wth a faint expression of biwilderment. His uniform was considered 'elegant dress'? The thought was bizzar to him, for it was what he always wore, on or off duty.. Blinking, he glanced down once more before fially meeting the gold eyes of what he suposed was his new aquantience. "...... No..... I just came from a meeting...... " he dropped his gaze again, the loose bangs of dark hair falling forwards messily over his brow, mkaing him look younger than the uniform proclaimed.Neon: Cala: Psha and pish posh! How could Calavero have ever mistaken Ehren for a boy when he exuded such a stoic and adult presence? As a mere observer the rogue could only sit back and ponder on Ehren's lifelessness. Nobody could have such a lack of personality naturally, right? He was certain the tiny markers indicated suppression, but why in the world anyone would wish to erase their true selves... such a concept was lost to him. Perhaps prying wasn't terribly gentleman-like but neither was allowing a soul in pain to continue suffering in solitude--if such was indeed the case. Cala might have been amused by the fact that Ehren didn't violently reject his ebbing advances if he hadn't been expecting it. A fist to the face or violent shove, but there was nothing. Oooh, Calavero didn't like the way his smile threatened to falter at the thought of it. Such sorrowing thoughts, he wasn't the sort to care too deeply. That was the sort of thing that got stallions like him into trouble. Reinforcing a smile of amusement those coin colored eyes seemed to glow mirthfully. "By that look I suppose you dress this way every day. Well.. forgive me my foolishness, dear sir. I seem to have assumed it was your attire that was elegant when so obviously.. it is the man who makes the clothes." Not completely unaware of the graceful bow from earlier, Cala imparted a chest-deep bow of apology, fingers sliding to grasp those of his companion's delicately. Offering the other's hand a kiss, though unlike other more courtly individuals, Cala's lips descended upon the upturned palm of the soldier. A far more intimate gesture than grazing the less sensitive flesh of the back of the hand. Suddenly straightening again with a mischievous grin cutting into the corners of his mouth as he asked suddenly. " Do you dance?"Kai: Ehren: -There he was.. staring again.. there was a faint shift in his expression before that bright smile returned. What was he thinking? And why was he so intent on Ehren himself? It confused the dark-haired male, making him frown again though he was unaware of the expression, certainly he would have smoothed it out if he had noticed, but the puzzle the other man represented to the quiet and rather socially awkward man was distracting enough that Ehren forgot to control it. Suddenly, the other spoke again and the words that fell upon sensative ears startled him. Yet the words were far less shocking than what the blond male did next. The action causing Ehren to step back, dark eyes wide and stunned, wholy uncomprehending even as sword-callused fingers twitched within the casanova's grip. Finally, after a frozen moment, the officer tugged his hand free, holding it against his chest as wide, strangly innocent eyes stared in shock at the other, barely comprehending the question that followed on the heels of such a strange action. Taking a shuddering and rather unsteady breath, as if that flash of intimate warmth had been a far stronger sensation to the slender male than intended, the strained and faint voice replied more by habit than through any true intention of offering the information. "I.. uhh... dance? .... Yes, its required..... " Neon: Cala: A reaction finally! Albiet not one the infamous Lord's son had wished for, but progress was progress. Cala admitted to himself with an inward sigh as his open and empty hand was dropped at his side, feeling exposed without the cloth of his glove to shelter it. Ehren was startled, there didn't seem to be disapproval in his face though only confusion and sorrow and at the very core, fear. Calavero felt his smile slipping again, but held it in place carefully trying not to approach too eagerly despite how he wished to kiss the expression right off his lips. The thought that this might only make matters worse was not lost on the antique lace maned stud. It was a difficult task, tempering his ambition when the swordsman looked so vulnerable, but it didn't feel right to take advantage of the broken one. Offering his hand wryly as his intentions reared its head. "Delightful! In that case, would you do me the honor of granting me a waltz, Prince Ehren Shibuya? I would love nothing more than to dance on the terrace with a striking gentleman such as yourself."Kai: Ehren: -Dark eyes remained fixed on the golden one, that look of confused innocence and startled shock remaining as the bizzar events continued to unfold, confounding Ehren's rather untrained attempts at deciphering the stranger's intent from what had just happened. Totally unaware of the other's secret intentions of even closer proximity to himself, the reserved prince was about to politely decline and excuse himself, when the most startling thing of all fell from the dashing gentleman's lips. "Y-you know... what I am?" Shocked, startled voice barely managed to reply, the stuttered words barely audible in their complete confusion. A faint flash of fear threaded through the rich, strangly soft timber of the dark-eyed male's voice, for indeed, he actually possessed a very plesent voice when it was reluctantly coaxed from behind those down-turned lips. Stunned into full silence, the well-dressed young officer could only stare up at his bold and daring companion. How did he know? Wat did it mean? Was the kiss real, did it mean anything? The warmth of that touch still lingered on his palm, as if those lips were still gently pressed there, though the youth had curled his hand against his chest and thus, such was impossible. He couldn't get that feeling out of his head. Warmth.. But, this man knew his position, did he know anything else? What did it mean? Did he need to be on guard? Or should he offer his services, was this man here to hire his sword? Befuddled and confused, he could think of no reason to refuse the request, and to his shock found himslf nodding faintly, despite his body still being in a position to flee.Neon: Cala: Chortling humorously at Ehren's wide-eyed wonder tainted with mistrust as if his thoughts were written on his face, the other certainly wasn't as closed off as he thought now was he? "You told me your father was a Kin-g. I had very well just assumed that a Kin-g and a King are the same person. That would make you a prince wouldn't it? Just as my father being a Lord would make me..." He paused momentarily in thought, retrieving his extended hand to tap his chin before continuing with a cheerful hum of amusement. "Well. I'm not quite sure what that makes me, honestly, but no matter! It seems.. pretty sound reasoning to think that you would be. Was.. was I not supposed to know?" Calavero could only spare a minute to look puzzled, delighted by Ehren's agreement to dance with him. The thought to offer his hand again was quickly brushed aside as Cal took Ehren's waist in his hand, fingers brushing that gold sash. The other taking his hand to lead them across the smooth marble in fluid, gliding steps. It won't kill anyone if I skip formalities for a moment.Kai: Ehren: -Able only to blink back in stunned silence at the golden-eyed adonis as he casually and smoothly offered his reasoning, and his own variation on the family hierarchy, Ehren barely had time to realise that a question had been asked of him before the young nobleman was suddenly closer.. a lot closer.. that warm hand now settled on his waist, and that very tall and very handsom body of his practically under Ehren's nose. Swallowing a highly undignified squeek of shock, the dark-eyed and somewhat red-cheeked officer obediantly followed the Lord's lead, proving to be an accumplished dancer despite his clear reluctance for anything sociable. It took a few moments and several turns of the balvony before the Prince seemed to recover enough to gather his thoughts, glancing up then away as if unable to maintain prolonged eye contact wiht any part of Calavero. "........ Its not that its a secret, I just don't.. like to broadcast the fact. A prince without a Kingdom is hardly a prince... I prefer to serve in a way that is most useful." It was the most he had said since meeting the dashing young Lord and it seemed to be more than was comfortable, as the dark head dipped, hiding the prince's expression under the fall of his fetchingly discheveled hair. The move also putting him that much closer to his companion, though he seemed not to notice.-Neon: Cala: There was something almost calming about the dancefloor as Calavero spun and twirled his companion in various patterns around the open landing. He was secretly pleased that Ehren was a marvelous dancer, saving his feet from being stepped all over as they moved in sequence. With a much clearer head, he listened to the quiet musings of the humble nobility. Absorbing every word with an open mind and steady heart, it wasn't as if he were old enough to speak from much experience but there was wisdom and reassurance in his voice when he finally spoke. Long after Ehren has rested his face so close that his breath led a gentle warmth through the debonair rake's waistcoat. "I think.. a prince is a prince despite what surrounds him. If you have no kingdom then make any place you travel your kingdom. I don't know much, but I have learned that kindgoms are not just castles and walls and land to rule over. A kingdom is the people who wish to follow and devote their lives to you because they believe in what you stand for and find that you treat them well. A dashing prince like you, determined as you are to serve the people, would have no trouble at all finding a kingdom where ever you might wander. If I might be so bold, your majesty." An honest smile flared upon those knightly features, unintentionally sultry and intimate though it was. Their waltz having all but come to a halt as Cal spoke, hand slipping from where it rested gingerly upon trim, sash-tied waist in order to capture the chin of his partner, lifting the other's face though he could barely see Ehren's eyes through boyishly disheveled bangs. Brows knit with obvious thought, "Is that why, sire...? Is that the reason why there's so much pain in your eyes?"Kai: Ehren: -He had always disliked dancing, the incessent chatter of the females he was obliged to accompany always gave him a headache, and the lack of space that the twirling, silken throng produced always made him uncomfortable, but for what ever reason. the quietude and the peace of the open balcony was calming. The warmth of his well dressed companion was not the awkward closeness he usually felt, though he could not get the closeness from his mind, it did not panic him as before. The light but sure hold and knwing step as they moved easily felt almost... reasuring, as if he was training rather than dancing with the man. Dance had its own strict rules and perameters, just like the sword, and the predictable pattern of movement slowly calmed the dark-haired officer. The warm, husky tones of the young Lord were heard, but this time, did not startle Ehren, rather, they seemed to be accepted, considered thoughtfully before the emerald-black head tipped back and those dark, shadowed eyes lifted to meet vivid gold. After a moment, he looked away, gaze wandering over the moon-spun landscape below them.- Just Ehren... if its ok, I don't deserve any such title. -The soft, subtle voice of the dark-eyed male was barely a whisper, the gentle sound sorrowed.- Thank you for our words, you are kind to a stranger like myself.. -Trailing off as fingers pressed warm and very real against his jaw, the young officer met his companion's gaze, eyes widening at the words offered. Cheeks darkened with embarassed colour, gaze captured by the other's eyes until they closed, seeking to hide from that intence golden stare, trying to shield all that was within him from being revealed, the shame and guilt he still felt. Unabl to reply, without words or voice or desire to explain what haunted him day and night, thinking no other would understand, the youth remained silent, dark lashes trembling where they brushed pale flesh, brows knit in an expression of pain.- ... not... that... -Soft, worn voice whispered under his breath, almost as if thinking aloud rather than with any intention of vocal explanation.-Neon: Cala: Though he greatly enjoyed the skill and intimacy that was shared between two people when they stepped upon the dancefloor, Calavero certainly could have sympathized with the young prince's distaste for the activity. Like everything else though, Ehren proved to be miraculously graceful and surprisingly easy to lead despite also taking a male role. Caught under the trance of dark, glossy eyes the rogue Lord had to shake himself free when their gaze finally parted again, allowing Ehren to speak mutedly. Scoffing quietly at the other's modesty. "Forgive me, sovereign.. but I could never bring myself to disrespect you in such a way. That is not the way I was raised." Cal's tone was rumbling and severe as he cupped Ehren's jaw a moment longer to make his point clear. Finally releasing him with a softening smile, touched with sadness at the breathy words that barely formed on a whisper, Calavero wrapped both arms firmly around the lean, masculine form. Resting a handsome jawline atop Ehren's head. "I see...I'm sorry, my liege. Forgive me if I've poured salt on your wounds. It.. was not my intention. I shouldn't have asked, but my ears are open. If you ever need someone to speak to."Kai: Ehren: Gentled chastisement caused the fading hue of colour to darken across angled cheekbones, gaze hidden under dark lashes until the officer's jaw was released and he lowered his head. Maybe it should have been a surprise that the soldier didn't fight the grip the handsome Lord had on him, for surely one as proficient with the blade, and as rigid in his manner as Ehren should have at least refused such firm control being placed on him, and yet, he didn't. Only dropping his chin once allowed to do so by his companion. The sudden embrace of warm, strong arms and the close proximity of the crisp white shirt that resulted, rather predictably had the effect of freezing Ehren on the spot. Clearly unused to any kind of closeness beyond what was expected, such as while dancing, the young officer stood stiff within the circle of those warm arms. Yet for all that the dark-eyed man seemed to want to escape, he made no move to do so, dark eyes betraying the utter loneliness and pain behind the unsociable facade. Eventually, soft, faltering tones slipped free on a barely felt breath, crisply clothed shoulders lowering slightly, submitting to the warm grip of the regal young Lord. "Do not apologize.. It is not that.... I.. its just... " Hesitating, Ehren eased back, hands brushing over the hansom male's hips as he gently slipped free of those strangely reassuring arms and padded the few short steps to the balcony railing. Letting one hand rest on the cold metal, he let out a soft, pained breath, shadowed eyes gazing out into the darkness yet focused inwards. "I failed someone.... I didn't protect them as I should have... I failed in my duty...." Eyes closed in pain at the memories, though it was not a fresh pain, the age of wear that betrayed itself on the handsome features proved the anguish was deeply seated.Neon: Cala: There was no struggle, Calavero certainly wasn't about to keep his companion against his will. A soft rumbling sound escaping the Lord as he cleared his throat. For a moment golden hues could only peer after Ehren, a heaviness stirring in his chest as he finally strolled towards the banister in steady, self-assured steps. Ungloved fingers were swiftly unfasting the silver buttons of his waist coat, sliding the garment from his broad shoulders as he carefully draped it over those of the dark, mossy haired prince. Standing with enough distance behind Ehren that he wasn't breathing down the other's neck. Musing more to himself whan to the rake's new dance partner as he clasped his hands, in a surprisingly proper stance, at the small of his back, peering into the night sky over Ehren's head. "Somehow you don't seem capable of such a thing... failure. Even if such was true, sire, I doubt that you didn't do all that was in your power and as such should feel no guilt. Life is what it is, my liege. Sometimes the best laid plans.. are not always what is meant for us no matter how perfect they may seem." Kai: Ehren: Surprise lit the young officer's face as the heavy warmth of the cloth settled over his shoulders, shadowed eyes wide, one hand lifting to touch the strange material where it rested over his chest. The gesture was so stange to one such as him... so unexpected, that it pressed through the dark cloud that shadowed Ehren's existence, standing out in the dull grey of his world in startling colour. Slowly recollecting his wits as the rich, warm voice spoke from behind him, he dropped his gaze to the shimmering, courtly fabric, so bright and rich against the sombre black of his uniform. This man.. this Lord's son... why was he so kind? Why did he bother with one troubled, damned soul such as Ehren? Head dipping faintly as he closed his eyes, the troubled man let out a soft breath. Fingers unconsciously tightening on the brightly embroidered waistcoat. “It is very much true.. I am afraid. I was charged with the safety and wellbeing of a priestess. I swore to protect and guide her.... “ Trailing off he lifted his head, dark, troubled eyes lifting to the stars above, yet unseeing, focused somewhere not of this time and place. "I came back from my normal patrol, only to find her gone.. vanished like the morning mist. No signs, no sounds... it was as if she had been a ghost, never there at all... Of course I searched for her, everywhere I could think of, everywhere we had been together, or that I knew she visited... But there was nothing.. " Dark eyes closed in pain at the memory, fingers tangled in the bright cloth of the young lord's waistcoat as if it was some kind of charm against the old agony and self doubt. Neon: Cala: Well, that was rather troublesome wasn't it? A grave expression fell across the handsome rogue's face for the first time since the pair had met and for once Calavero was glad the striking prince's back was facing him so he couldn't catch sight of the expression. A woman. Of course it was a woman. Women were the source of every man's unhappiness, hence why Cal had always been the love 'em and leave 'em sort--and that certainly wasn't his bitterness speaking. Swallowing a bleak sigh all the wisdom seemed to seep from Calavero's bones, leaving him defeated and tired. He didn't know how to console Ehren, nor did he particularly care to speak kindly of some jezzabelle who had left the pure-hearted prince in a heap of devastation. A hand falling to grip lean shoulder, turning him with ease from the scenery that lay in the distance. Voice struggling to remain upbeat and as enchanting as ever. "It's gotten late, sire. My family home isn't far from here and I'd be honored if you would accompany me there for the evening. It seems you could do with a proper meal and a restful night's sleep, if you don't mind my saying. I'm sure the Lord and Lady Valentino would be more than delighted to entertain your company." Kai: Ehren: Unaware of the change in his companion's expression, the dark-eyed officer gazed outwards, lost to the tormented memories of a time long past. Calavero was correct in his thoughts on female kind, at least where it concerned the silent prince before him. The quiet and honourable young prince had been in love, a difficult thing for someone as reserved and as dedicated as he. It had taken a long time for him to accept the state of affairs, only to lose not only his love, but his honour and his duty, all in one fell swoop. Such a blow had crushed the gentle-hearted young man, for he had never been one of confidence and self assurance like the dashing rogue now offering him sanctuary. Looking up and back at the hansom lord as the warmth of the touch called Ehren's attention, the prince hesitated, those soul-deep dark eyes lifting to his companion’s, oddly vulnerable for being so world-wary. Lean body followed the gentle pressure of Calavero's grip, turning away from the darkness to face the golden-haired noble. “I... if you are sure it wouldn't be a burden on you and your family, Sir..” Hesitating, the prince's gaze dropped, falling to rest on Calavero's lean chest, almost as if apologetic for imposing. “I would be very grateful... but please, there is no need to bother your honourable parents with the knowledge that I am a prince..." Looking up, those shadowed eyes gazed pleadingly, he was not one for the fanfare and commotion many royal enjoyed. A simple meal and a dry bed was more than enough for Ehren. His training in the arm more potent and more valued than a princely lifestyle of over indulgence. Neon: Cala: That dashing grin returned full spirit at the modest request, gently squeezing Ehren's shoulder as he strolled the royal kin towards the manor he inhabited with his parents and elder sisters. "Heh, it seems you might need to be refreshed on the meaning of delighted, prince. It would be nothing short of a priviledge!" Pausing momentarily to consider within his own thoughts whether or not he could keep such a pivitol secret, finally giving an amusingly noncommital shrug as he glanced down at Ehren with a reassuring smile despite his uncertainty. "Of course, they have no need to know the truth of your identity, Ehren. I'm not sure that anyone in the manor will be awake to question your presence though, honestly." Kai: Ehren: Flushing faintly at the squeeze, though finding a strange kind of comfort and reassurance with the gesture, he nodded gratefully at the young lord's words. "Thank you, and that is fine... I don't wish to be a burden, much less cause a disturbance when you and your family are so kind to a stranger such as myself." Letting Calavero guide him along quietly, naturally deferring to the sure grip on his shoulder, the reserved prince paced alone beside his companion, one hand still holding the cloth of the waistcoat, fingers unconsciously playing with one of the gold buttons, less a sign of nervousness as one seeking comfort. As they passed through the shadowy outer grounds, the dark-haired royal glanced up at his guide, seeming to hesitate before murmuring softly, almost shyly. "Thank you... Calavero.." Almost immediately feeling as if he had misspoken, using the other's first name so casually, he dropped his head and gazed forwards, expression hidden behind the fall of his hair. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 6:26 pm
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Notes
Color: #5a8469
Parent`s teepee
Breedings:
1: Tian-Yi - bred
2: Jaela [pinchmonster]
3: Mai [bella dea]
Lover's rock: here
Breeding Agreement:
Agreement with Tian-Yi (Teepee)
Starting Stats:
Name and url of pet: Basket
url of teepee: here
Strength: 4%
Courage: 7%
Speed: 9%
Intelligence: 6%
Luck: 12%
Stamina: 4%
EditedSoquili Name: Ehren Shibuya Image of Soquili:http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/King/StagesCerted/feeyuuri3cert.jpg[/img] Describe your soq's personality/interests: Before: Quiet and honorable, Ehren could be shy when meeting a beautiful lady. A brilliant warrior he remained gentle, if sometimes seeming a little reserved. Inexperienced in the ways of relationships, he is a strong family man and loves his own family deeply. Always ready to aid those in need he never desires thanks of praise for his actions, seeing them simply as something that is right and just. Born son of the Demon King (if his father's stories are to be believed), Ehren has grown up with a serious respect for his 'duty' and a desire to become a stallion worthy of his father's royal bloodline. Now: After loosing the one he had pledged to protect, and who he had given his heart to.. hes a broken man. While he still keeps his honor, it is just about all that keeps him going. His personality has become even more reclusive and reserved, he never smiles, and never stays around anyone long enough to risk forming any kind of bond. He prefers to protect from the shadows, appearing when needed, than leaving without even being noticed. To be thanked for his actions embarrasses him, as if it reminds him of his ultimate failure. What is your soq looking for in a mate? Typically, hes not looking. He fell for a beautiful priestess from another land, fell hard and fell fast. Yet their relationship had barely begun, when it was ripped asunder and one day she had simply vanished, leaving not even a hoof print behind. Ehren was heart broken, and went into seclusion. For months he never once set foot outside of his cave, but stayed in the silent darkness, struggling desperately to come to terms with what had happened. Somewhere in that shadowed time, the Great One spoke to him, and eventually, he returned to the world of light.
Now, back amoung the world of the living, the stallion with the broken soul is simply seeking to live, to get through each day. Love is the last thing he wants, but what he needs is someone to rekindle the life within him, and one day to make his soul whole again. he wont ever be as he was, but he could live a fairly normal and loving life with someone.
Edit: From the shadows of the night, a golden-eyed stallion has appeared, refusing to take no for an answer he has swept the poor prince off his hooves without waiting for so much as a 'by your leave'. However, now with his heart somewhat unwillingly stolen from him, he will eventually require a surrogate. Plot 1: Set before the time he finally came back out into the world of the living and thus before he met his knight in shining satin. This mare would have found him during his lowest hour, most likely holed up in the cave in the high mountains. Ehren is not entirely all there during this part of his life. Broken and discarded he losses sight of his path through life and becomes confused and lost. This would possibly be a mare looking to manipulate a stallion, or equally, someone who wished to comfort him during those bleak months. Either way.. it is not that likely he was fully 'aware' the whole time and may or may not remember her or any resulting offspring. Plot 2: Set in the future after Ehren and his soulmate have settled into something resembling a normal life together. This time the worn prince is fully conscious and has his mate at his side for support. The pair wish to have a family of their own and since they are both male, are on the lookout for a suitable surrogate female. She should be kind of heart and sympathetic or at least understanding of their situation. Calavero is very protective of his broken prince and won't tolerate any mare that abuses him.
Breeding slots left:3/3 Fling or Lifemate?: Flings as these are now surrogate breedings How do you want others to contact you?: PM, please. What is your soq looking for rp plot mate wise?: see above OOC notes: Id prefer the mare to look good with him colour-wise, he was a gift and as such is special. Breed unimportant, but edits of some kind preferred. Is this a Fling plot or a Lifemate plot?: Surrogate plot only If chosen fling is this rp plot or background plot?: Plot for certain, I love rp but am short on time.These will be CC list only until I clear my other couples who have been trying for a while
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