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 Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 10:31 am
The spiraling fields rolled like waves across the plains. A small kingdom stood near a grand waterfall, its small rivers spreading throughout the lands like gentle fingers to caress it. A orange and green youth back flipped as he went through his practice moves. A small dagger held tightly in his maw as he landed on all four paws. Panting through his nose the male shifted to put the dagger away. He let out a sigh as he turned his gaze to the skies. Palador was young, just joined up with the Knights his Father and Grandfather were. The young kirin ulaya stretched popping his back into place as he stood to look back to where the town was. He sighed knowing his Father was pacing for his return. The male flicked his tail before taking off, his natural instincts giving him a euphoria throughout the run. He got back into the town then went directly to the Knight barracks. The youth was calm as he listened to his father. Mentally counting the amount of times his Father said "and another thing"...so far it had been 10...no wait. He blinked, 11...
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 12:27 pm
 It was early. TOO early.
The King's son wasn't like his parents much at all. Where were gentle.. He was not. Kirins were naturally kind and gentle creatures. His father was a very unique Ucolian, whose wings towered and said that he was among the rarer Ucolians. Maybe even a specie on his own as he carried an angel-like yet powerful aura. "And you will be going to the lower levels to learn how to become one of the common ulaya for humility. As well as to be a knight to protective and devoted. It is with these two things that you may rule one day." And while his father was talking, he was looking away, still dressed in royal clothes and not hearing any of what his father was saying. Per usual. Yawning with a rather smug attitude.
Looking back at his father. "Father, you realize you have a long rule ahead of you. You're still young yet. Why do I need to bother. Being a prince sits me perfectly~" Although young, and slender- his build was easily shaping in to the strong ulaya like his father. But neither Kirin like his mother, nor Ucolian like his father. He sported wings AND scales. A hybrid, and one of the very little there were. At least successful of them, and he didn't die at birth like they had expected from a hybrid. He grew slightly accelerated but other than that. He was just tall but still well within the heights of a young kit.
A disrespectful yawn came out of him and he laid his chin to his arms, as if to fall asleep in the middle of court. "Acacius!" His father yelled for his attention, as the kit looked up at him with another yawn. "Why must you be so loud..." He spoke under breath.
"Avidia!~ Avidia~ Get our child or I will ring him-" His feathers started to get in a bunch and fluffed up for intimidation. The mother beautiful Kirin female slowly walked in. She, unlike most had hooves that gently hit the ground. Long and lavishingly looking mane. "Acacius... why must you bother your father." She was a vision, beauty and the Gods must have favored her in her making. Softly nosing her mate. "Do as your father says." Putting a paw over her mate's chest. "You getting him so upset will make him have wrinkles and we can't have that, now can we." Giving the both of them soft smiles.
"Mother- He is making me go with the commoners!" Her ears twitched and she looked to her son.. It couldn't be helped. He was an only child. Slowly she shook her head and went over to him, nosing him softly. "No my dearest son.." As she yanked the back of his neck's fur in to her maw and handed him over to one of the guards. "Now. I love you very much dear, but you have been entirely too sheltered here and if your father wants you to go amongst the commoners. It is so you can learn." Giving her strict face, then gave him a lick right between his eyes. "Now go and have fun."
He cleared his throat. "Hold on. I have prepared and escort, whom will be by your side to make sure you don't get in to any trouble." Sitting up tall. "Ballad!!!" His ears went back as he waited. "A royal knight whom has a son- just about your age. Will be accompanying you." His blue eyes looked to his father with scorn but he couldn't- EVER feel like this against his mother. She was too dear to him. His front paws crossed as his wings hung low, awaiting his punishment to begin.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 4:50 pm
Ballad was where Palador got his colors, the kits eyes were from his beloved Mother. The knight held his head high as he trotted in at hearing his King's call. The towering kirin slowed then sat on his haunches as he smiled at his Prince. Shaking his head slightly he walked over, the sounds of a smaller set of paws following him echoed. Palador stopped where his Father stood, he saw the subtle flick of a tail which told him where to station himself. He was there...sorta. Mentally he had zoned till he would feel his Father at his side again. Ballad padded his way over lowering his front half in a bow, "My King, Beloved Queen..." he rose and quirked a eyebrow at Acacius, "My dear young Prince. Today starts your days of.." he took the Prince from his fellow Knight. Walking back to his Son and placing the young royal next to him, "..learning alongside my son, Palador."At hearing his name the young kirin's ear flicked before he snapped his head towards his Father. He blinked at the sight of...fluff...then looked down at the young Prince. He blinked a few more times before, without breaking a sweat, the young Knight rose up to dip into the same bow as his Father. Rising to sit again his low voice intoned, "My Prince." he looked to the elder royals bowing his head in respect, "Honorable King, Beloved Queen. My thanks for giving me this chance to aid our Prince in learning to better himself for the throne."Ballad stood on the Prince's other side, pride evident in his face as he enjoyed his son's manners. His fellow Knight stifled a chuckle as they hid the eye roll...
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 6:00 pm
The fluff nearly buried the prince's face. But it was a cute face when he wanted something. The upset face he had as they passed him around like a chew toy. The Queen was gracious with her love towards her fellow court members. Everyone was family to her, so naturally she would entrust her son with any of them. But a stranger. She was wary of them and would be rather scarce- and her son would be in high security. She was that kinda Queen. The king however, was stern, yet kind to all. Yet strict when he needed to be. Ballad knew this. He had been serving him since he was a kit. "The Knight-ship, always the royals since before our time was assigned a knight to protect them. Like a body guard of sorts. I am sure, Palador has been taught as such. So well mannered already." The king bowed his head in admiration.
Ballad had been a true and trusted knight to him and he was thankful that he had a son so he could pass on the tradition. The Queen softly bowed her head to Ballad. "No. We thank you. We are sure you will be able to teach him the elements to become a great king. You, our oldest friend. We are humbled by your attentions." Then slowly she went back to her mate's side and sat comfortably and confidently yet she was humble and the biggest sweetheart of the palace.
The prince of course, when Ballad addressed him, he gave him a stare down. The handing off was a bit much. He had legs, but they knew he wasn't going to use them to go to him. He'd rather go elsewhere. Pick on girls. Play tricks on others. Or get bathed. He loved getting bathed. Lowering his ears as the two adults started talking. Well, everything and everyone was so formal. All Arcy wanted to do was do something other than be here. The passing on of knights. He looked to his knight..... Whom looked straight forward and was a little stiff upper lip over there. A smirk came across him as he finally rose up. "Hey. You." He pawed at him. Whom towered him even if they should have been close in age but that stern straight face. He huffed and got slightly irritated.. Then the kit rose on his back legs enough to take a bite upon the kit's cheek. Simply hanged there.
"Acacius!"
Arcy looked at his father with a blank look on his face as if he cared not for his name being called.
The king lowered his head with a heavy sigh. "Please take good care of my son. Our only son. Forgive him for his.... I don't even know what to call that anymore."
The Queen spoke up. "Forgive him, I fear we have sheltered him for way too long. It's time to learn the ways of the kingdom with him. My King is right, to have him go with the .........commoners." Shaking her head. "I don't even like to call them that." She looked at her husband for help. She loved all her subjects and calling them that, and how her son disregarded them did, ail her. The King gave a nod. "We leave him in your paws and we thank you for giving him a place within your lives, even just for the moment. Your son will be a wonderful influence I see. We have made the right choice then." Giving another hefty nod. "See to it that he learns of our roots. To protect himself. And. To learn to...... care..... Acacius. Let go of that kit's cheek." A sweat drop of his embarrassment. His son... was certainly something else. He had no words to explain such behavior.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:26 pm
It was a moment where Ballad saw honest to the diety's shock on his normally stoic son's face. The Knight repressed the urge to bust out laughing as he spoke his next words, "Forgive him." he knew exactly what his son was about to do. The male was stern in his teachings of, 'fair play' and the like. So...it made perfect sense when Palador's shock wore off and the kit forgot where he was. Palador swatted Arcy off then pinning the smaller male while mindful of the wings. Bit him right back. Palador's eyes went wide as saucers before he let go and looked panicked at the King and Queen. He stuttered a little , "M-my apologies! I...I didn't mean...."
Ballad let out a hearty laugh, "That's my boy. First lesson young Prince, Don't always expect one to respect your status!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 9:39 pm
It was apparent that the prince's shock when the stoic kit threw him down. His wings sprawled out and his cute puppy dog eyes were in full effect, as if he was about to cry. "MAAAAAAAAAAA!" He cried out.
The only thing his father could do was bring his paw to his face. Shaking his head in disapproval of his son's reactions as he looked to his wife. As they often did to help each other through these hard and humiliating times. Although she wanted to run to her son, seeing someone treat him like this for the first time made her heart almost jump out of her throat. But her husband reminded her with his eyes. This behavior was not ok anymore. Mother won't always be there. "Please do not be sorry." He gulped hard and closed her eyes so she can reset these thoughts once more. Raising her head up tall.
"He is in your care Palador." The King's voice was unmatchable with tone.Although the King couldn't outwardly admit it, but he really enjoyed his son getting a taste of the real world. With that, he sent a nod to his Knight. Then To Palador, a hefty nod of acceptance. "First lessons are always the hardest."
When he saw that his mother, nor father saved him. He resorted to tactics. Or being outwardly rude. "You should never touch me like that!" He hopped back up to his four paws and puffed out his chest. Although.. it wasn't really that intimidating, granted that he was still smaller than the knight chosen for him. It couldn't be helped. Swatting at the kit and then tackling him. Grabbing on to him and hanging from him as if he were an formidable opponent to the other. But alas, the sight was a true failure and it just seemed cute in everyone's eyes. Even the servants had to giggle. Gnawing on on the kit's ears and pulling hard on them. "Wammmma piiesshh off meehhh." He spoke with his enemy's ear in maw.
The Queen had to turn around and let out a small giggle.
"Be off with you then~...Arcy.. Get off the knight. Arcy. Get off."
But the kit remained in playing mode as his feets dangled off the ground, already had climbed on the kit in the most awkward way.
"............ Just hurry and get him in line." The King sounded almost desperate.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 10:08 pm
Palador gave the royal parents a nod before growling at the Prince. Oh heck no! He easily pinned the other with his larger body. Keeping special care of the wings, "Would you---GAH!!!!" he stood there a flat expression as he let out a trembling growl. Ballad blinked as he saw his son's mind work. He padded over to the royals and sat by the king.
"Wait for it...its about to get cuter..." he mumbled with a knowing smirk. Sure enough, Palador swung the Prince on his back before rolling. Dislodging the other kit all heard a squeak of triumph before Palador had the Prince under him again; "Aha! That's what you get---" he looked up and around. Then got up and started to walk away... Ballad snickered, "For a big kit, he makes the oddest noises. Squeaks are his way of chirps..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 10:31 pm
His paws went grabbie like, as they were too big for him, looking chubbier than the rest of his body to indicate that he would be a larger side when he grew in to them. For now, they made him wonky but better for climbing. When the kit flew him back on his back. He growled. 'How DARE HE!? HOW DARE NO ONE STOPPING HIM!?' Then was looked up at the kit.. His wings sprawled out yet again as he was on the bottom. The angry face painted on him as he squeaked and walked away. "!? KKAA!!?!? COME OVER HERE! YOUR PRINCE HASN"T DISMISSED YOU! GRRR!!" He bounced up and down puffing his chest out to seem fluffier and more intimidating but alas that didn't last long as it only grew more distance between them and that aggravated Arcy even more.
Running after the Ulaya, then tackling him from behind and swinging forward with all his momentum. "Whhaa~~!?!?" As he flew past his nemisis are fell- and then rolled. Such behavior wouldn't be tolerated by any other kit in the court. Whatever he said, others would do. He was a PRINCE!? His right! Slowly getting up, then his right arm gave out unexpectedly, making his chin slam in to the ground.
Getting up with a light wobble to his body. Starring at the kit with evil eyes. He wasn't going to ask for help, even if that did hurt. There was no one around to 'impress' or 'humiliate'. Just the two of them. His arms panned back as he lifted his paw and drew it close to him. The first day they meet... He gets hurt. He'd never gotten hurt before, and although this was new to know. Letting others know his true feelings was not something he was used to unless he meant it to be hurtful. That was his sick source of entertainment. Arcy wasn't equipped well to be on the receiving end of such horrible comments and acts.
"They are indeed cute." The queen said softly, as her ladies in waiting say beside her. Giggling at the kits. "Ballad. I don't think I can ever thank you enough." The king looked to his side with a soft humbleness. "Alrighty, on with the other duties. NOT having to do with my son. Now that we got that covered. It's Palador's responsibility." But having to admit that Arcy being gone was something he never wanted to get used to. Not even now..
Arcy looked at the kit with anger filled eyes. "You are the worst." He hissed...
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 10:54 pm
Ballad nodded standing to go by his son, "Palador. Take our Prince to your Mother, get him outfitted to suit the baracks.""Yes Father." the kit said. The father and son shared a purr as Ballad nuzzled his son. The elder knight then went to his own duties as the King's Knight. Palador looked at the Prince sighing. he padded over, "Hate me all you want. Doesn't matter, your my task now." he turned to lay on his belly, "Hop on...Mother will tend to you..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 9:19 am
The affection the father and son had made him sick. To his very being. How he ached for affections with his parents but they were always busy. Always leaving him to his own devices, and what is a kit to do without parents and servants that serve his every whim? It made him so sick that when the father left. The Prince took advantage of the larger kit bending down to him. His tiny fangs were shown as he came up to him as if he WAS going to comply, but that wasn't in the prince's agenda. Instead- as soon as he got close enough, slapping him across the face with his good paw. Not even minding if he had flexed his claws or not. "Don't EVER do THAT in front of me, again." On the note that the Prince was a spoiled brat, he beginning to create a very ruthless personality and it was harboring just below the spoiled layer.
Turning around as he started to limp away. He didn't NEED to do anything. Although very soon he probably knew that they were going to force him. Almost down the corridor, he stopped for a breather and simply stood there with his bad paw coiled against his side. He never had to work this hard in his life, and none of the guards were helping him. The maids were told not to help him. They were taking is plush life away and his anger grew to new levels now that he had to do it himself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 10:43 am
Did that little---did he just?!? Palador blinked in shock as he felt a small trail of blood. Oh...his eyes narrowed...No. The kit gritted his small fangs as he took off after the royal. This brat was about to so get it. No one. And this was truth, no one strikes him and gets away with it. Catching up to him Palador grabbed Arcy by the scruff of his neck before tossing him onto his back. Before the royal could get out a word a deep adult sounding growl resounded in the hall. Palador's words were laced with the growl , "Move and watch how fast I drop you. We're going to my mother. You're getting that paw looked at and then we're relaxing the rest of the day. Got. It?" Without another word the kit took off for the town, keeping his cargo balanced on his back he came to a stop before the sign of a tavern. He looked up at the sign reading: The Cozy Kitten. He blinked once, "Mother's Tavern.""AND IF I SEE YER HIDE AROUND HERE AGAIN!!! I'LL BE SKINNING IT WITH MY CLAWS YA GIT!!!!!!!!" the roar was heard before the sight of a ulaya male getting thrown out the front door appeared. The kirin who followed it however was two things. One, A female. Two, A really slender petite female with Palador's eyes. "Mother." Palador's voice was nonplussed. The female's eyes were silted and bright before the sound of her kits voice reached her. She did a 180 and looked down at them. Then without a word she swiped her tail to open the door. Palador taking the silent command, once inside the female grabbed Arcy to place the kit on a cushion. Palador came to sit by it looking up, " I don't suggest you move...Mother....is scary..."
The female came back out with a basket, nosing the leg out she looked it over; "Where you boys roughhousing?""Yes, Mother.""You overlapped him didn't you?" she quricked an delicate eyebrow at the prince.
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