To Tame A Prince (Metody and Fightingfaithless)
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				Title: <strong>To Tame A Prince (Metody and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:04:37</strong>
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				Amun was a prince, the name did not really impress him like he guessed it should, especially since he was ruler of Egypt…or well soon to be anyway. The dark headed young man found that he didn’t much act as a prince, much to his father’s disappointment. He was sarcastic and blunt and often got himself into trouble with his arrogant attitude and adventurous nature …but he loved ‘normal’ people. He often found himself dressed in ragged robes and a cloak as he slummed down into town, into the bazaars and sometimes out into the deserts. <br><br>His time spend walking among those that ‘this kind’ saw as lower than him often caused him to loose track of trends that the higher class follow. Those his age always seem to be changing what was proper for the rich and boring. Lately it had been this crazy formal summoning that children of higher class would take part in, to summon creatures of another world, or so it was said. Really he just figure that they like excuses to where so much gold. <br><br>Even so as a prince it was his job to keep up with trends so instead of going into town, hackling with street merchants, racing with the young children, and getting into bar fights…he was sitting in an empty room. His tall sandy brown skin, hard and scared from his training in the ways of war and battle, was adorned in finest gold jewelry that wrapped intricately wrists and ankles as well as hung heavily around his neck. <br><br>The mere weight of the gold alone was uncomfortable though even more so combined with the gold and black paint as well as the too soft silk cloth wrapped around his strong wide hips that between powerful lean legs. Around him were odd symbols and circles were written on the floor around him, he was sure they meant nothing but he went by the book, he had just chosen one at random and truthfully did not even think to look as he started chanting the ancient words that felt foreign on his tongue but he was well schooled in all languages thankfully. <br><br>Amun’s dark eyes were closed, meant mostly to complete the affect so that he could say he tired and move on with his life…because dressed in so little with gold digging into his arms, legs, hips, and every place he could think of while sitting alone by himself was not his idea of fun. He would much rather be outside, in the dirty street even, than in these clean boring halls.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame A Prince (Metody and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeda</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 02:09:42</strong>
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				Perhaps the stars were in alignment, or Amun had happened upon the proper combination of symbols.&nbsp; Or maybe it was the jewelry, or maybe there was some magic in the holy royal blood.&nbsp; Whatever the key, the symbols on the floor flared up with power and sent out a call across worlds.<br><br>In his dim and silent shop, Tilnua the Bonesetter heard it.<br><br>He lifted his head from his ancient ledger, startled.&nbsp; Had there been a - he'd thought he'd heard - <br><br>-but there had been no one in the shop to call his name.&nbsp; He looked around at the little place.&nbsp; His day had ended, and so he'd closed the massive jaws that formed his front door, and blew out the candles he kept lit for the customers who preferred fire light.&nbsp; Til's eyes could not see in the dark, but they didn't have to; he shed a water light himself, and it was enough to see there was no one hiding among the ivory&nbsp; suits of armor that lined his walls.<br><br>He looked down at his ledger and sighed, finding that he'd scrawled when he was startled, and had left a crooked line through his total.&nbsp; He picked up his quill to copy the number again, and found that the page was swimming in front of his eyes.<br><br>Tilnua sighed and pushed his chair back from the counter.&nbsp; It was late.&nbsp; He had done a great deal of work in the past weeks, finishing that suit of armor and designing those dagger hilts.&nbsp; He had not thought he'd been overworking himself - in older days, his kind went for weeks without sleep or food, marching in the name of their long-dead king - but perhaps he had.<br><br>He stood, and was dimly aware of light billowing up around him.&nbsp; It shone brighter, and brighter - and then it was so bright it was not light at all, but a dreadful sensation of falling forever - <br><br>The symbols around Amun shifted, making a sound like dry leaves stirring as they slid across the floor - or perhaps they whispered to each other.&nbsp; Other symbols took shape as they joined and separated, and then there was a flare of light like the heart of the sun.&nbsp; It gathered, rising, spinning into a column, then sank into the shape of a man - or a woman - or perhaps a beast.&nbsp; The creature was heavily muffled in billowing gray robes, but it's overall shape was human.&nbsp; It was beautiful, in an eerie, inhuman way, with wide, frightened eyes and a delicately angled bone structure that made it impossible to tell if it was male or female.&nbsp; The closest thing it had to adornment was its crown of deer-like antlers, each no bigger than a woman's hand.&nbsp; There were several of them, protruding from the creature's gray-white hair in a way that suggested they were less jewelry and more a part of it.<br><br>Tilnua opened and shut his mouth, the light in his skin dying down to a milky paleness.&nbsp; His eyes darted around the room, then alighted on Amun.<br><br>He took a step back, frightened eyes fixed on the Prince. "What - what - "<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame A Prince (Metody and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fightingfaithless</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 03:52:41</strong>
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				Amun’s eyes snapped open at the first sign of a distinct glow from behind his eyelids. Lips falling open in a stunned ‘o’ as the most heavenly sight he had ever seen. However as much as he wished to keep his eyes on the stunning sight…the light had become to blinding causing him to turn away. The flashes of light danced across the only to fade moments after it had started. The Egyptian prince pausing for only a moment before snapping his eyes back onto the pale beauty that stood among the symbols. <br><br>It, because that was the only thing he could classify it as at the moment, spoke and he was relieved to hear the familiar dialect as he stood slowly. Narrow eyes scanning the smaller creature wearily, though from the wide fearful gaze it looked that he had nothing to fear. However there still remained the fact that he now had some unknown creatures sitting in the middle of his home. “You have nothing to fear creature. What is your name and how did you come to be here?” He asked as softly and gently as possible, however he was not known for his…tender touch and with no experience he was afraid it might have come out a little demanded and forceful. <br><br>There was nothing he could do about it really, since he couldn’t exactly change the way he talked in the matter of a few minutes. Amun was surprised he even gave an effort at it since he didn’t even given this much of an effort for his father. There was just something about seeing the creatures large expressive eyes that caused something in him to…feel like trying to actually BE softer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame A Prince (Metody and Fightingfaithless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeda</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 09:01:52</strong>
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				The last of those symbols spun and spluttered light, all the energy drained out of them.&nbsp; Now they were nothing but chalked marks on the stone – or perhaps even less than that, because the color was gone from them.<br><br>“Tilnua.&nbsp; Sir.”&nbsp; The second word came after the smallest instant of thought; it seemed safe to assume that anyone wearing that much gold would demand respect.&nbsp; He hugged his robes tighter around himself, as if they were some kind of shield he could sweep up between himself and this alien place.&nbsp; “I am called Tilnua the Bonesetter.&nbsp; I – I do not know how I came to be here.”<br><br>Those pale, frightened eyes flicked down to the faded symbols on the floor, and then back up to Amun.&nbsp; There was a degree of accusation in his gaze; this gold-draped man, Til suspected, knew exactly how he had come to be there.&nbsp; He himself had never been summoned, but he'd spoken to those who had been, and anyway, the evidence of it was all around them.<br><br>“Please, sir – please, where am I?&nbsp; &nbsp;Why have you brought me here?”&nbsp; There was no mistaking the dread in his voice.&nbsp; He was terribly far from home.&nbsp; Every breath he took told him that, rasping hot and dry in a throat that had been breathing the wet, cold air of winter just a moment ago.&nbsp; And horrible things happened to people who were far from their homes.
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