My 'friend'
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Thread Topic: My 'friend'
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and this is Enos. -
Name: Melinda Dowfield
Age: about 17
Gender: Female
Homeland: Dartmoor Empire
Position: Daughter of the Emperor of Dartmoor
Species: I really know
Personality: She's more of a ditzy person, but can actually be smart and collective when she wants to. She's very forward and is extremely curious. You'll find out more later.
Background: She's the daughter of the Emperor of Dartmoor and she never knew her mother, her father never really told her anything. After her father goes missing, she is desperate to find the only family she has.
Other: She is very good at playing the wooden flute more than anything. She feels as if she's not even cut out to rule Dartmoor one day.
I'll find a pick in a moment, but not it. -
Despair sat perched on his throne, boredly listening to the citizen. It was his last today, but he didn't even want to hear this one at all. All the man could talk about was killing the Dartmoor king. Despair glanced over at Enos and his advisor, a draconian named Aspen. Aspen nodded toward the man, indicating he should pay attention. Enos, on the other hand, vanished.
Despair groaned audibly, startling the man.
"Your Majesty?" The man harped, annoyed.
Despair grabbed his horns and sighed, nodding for him to carry on. -
found her!)
Melinda was finally here, Levitanian Empire, after well a few days or even a week since she had a habit of getting lost on occasion while she was getting here. She'd finally be able to truly do her...investigation. She glanced around curiously, trying to find a way to get to the castle to ask the Emperor a few questions. -
[cuute!]
Finally the man left. Des sighed, rubbing his head.
"Aspen..Leave." He whined. The draconian nodded, and quickly left the little emperor alone in the throne room.
His head was pounding, having to deal with people. Why did they want him to kill so badly? He didn't want to kill anyone. -
Isn't she a doll~?)
After a few dead ends and running into the wrong people in the street, she finally found a way into the castle, without being seen or even going through the front gate. She smiles a bit, as she hummed to herself, moving through the halls and even dodging a few people. She grinned happily as she started to see the throne room coming up. -
Finally the headache subsided. He leaned back in his throne. He was so small, the large throne seemed to swallow him. Adding in the dark interior of the room, he stood out like a flower in ink.
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She watched him carefully, glancing around the room carefully before she started to creep up to him slowly. A low growl came from her throat as she crawled behind the throne, ready to strike and finally get answers.
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He heard the growl, and instantly jumped up.
"Who's there?!" He asked, wishing he had a weapon with him. He glanced around, backing up toward the other side of the room.
"Show yourself, or I'm screaming. And then the guards will come, and you won't make it out of here alive." He said. -
She walked out from behind the throne and smiles lightly. "Boo." She loved messing with people to a point, but she still need her answers.
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"Who are you? How did you get in?" He asked, hugging himself, his hair falling into his eyes as he stared at her, waiting for his answer.
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She smiled lightly and walked around to the front of the throne. "I am Melinda, but I'm guessing you should know that hm~?" She tilted her head lightly and blinked a bit, her hair falling into her face slightly. "I'm just here for question~"
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"Why exactly would I know that?" He asked, tilting his head. He blinked, confused.
"If you had a question, you could of requested an audience. You didn't have to sneak in and scare me." He pouted. -
She rolled her eyes lightly. "No, they would have denied it or even killed me." She smiled. "Considering I am the Princess of Dartmoor of course~" she purred lightly, her tail twitched lightly. "I want to ask questions on what the hell you've done to my father."
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"Wha- What are you talking about?" His look was one of pure confusion. Princess of Dartmoor? Why was she here? And what was she talking about, her father? Wasn't he just back in Dartmoor atop his throne, gloating?
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