Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 21, 2016 21:10:21 GMT -8
There was something she wished to say to him as well. Please just... hold me a little while? Can't I just pretend for a few moments that you're him? It was a disgusting thought to have passed through her mind, she lost what little appetite she had. "Excuse me, please, for a moment." She didn't wait for anyone to reply but stood up and walked away from the group so she could get a hold of herself. Blake hadn't known about the field of flowers back in Medan, he couldn't have... It was not like he deliberately delved into her memory bank and took a page from that book. Just the same, though, it stung. She went in the direction they came from.
Only she didn't stop. She just started to run as soon as she was beyond the treeline, just beyond sight, dropping her shawl along the way, shoes both coming off of her feet. She ran, not looking back toward the group of people that were trying to give her some glimpse of normalcy. Her hair came loose from the snood she wore, strands flying every which way as they caught the breeze of her flight... She didn't stop running until she blindly hooked her foot through a root and went down. She ignored the pain of her now, throbbing ankle and foot, and buried her face in the crook of her arm.
Camilla groaned... Feeling extra foolish at the moment. She laughed at herself, then pushed herself up onto her knees. A deep breath was taken, her eyes closed as she relished the moment alone. Obviously they would come looking for her, but for that moment, she was in sanctuary where none could see her. Her head tilted back, she took another deep breath and let the forest clear her mind.
The sounds of whispers came to her, all around her. Whispers that were so familiar, yet so foreign. The princess stood and followed the sound of her name from within the thicket. Camilllllaaa...... Cammmilllllaaa... Had she lost it? Perhaps it would seem so to someone who might walk up on her this way, but this was nothing new to her... It was something that hadn't happened in a while, but it was no news to her that she could hear what others couldn't. Her gait was slightly unsteady due to the wrenched ankle, but it didn't stop her from following that sound.
She was way beyond the path at some point, and stopped to listen for the sound... It had stopped. She spoke, then, "What is it? What do you want from me now?"
Why are you here?
"I was brought here."
You misunderstand the question, child... You've lost sight, haven't you? You let your grief blind you and your anger guide you. You would let your grief blind you and your guilt eat at you until you become bitter. Now why are you here?
"I don't know..."
You don't know because you refuse to open your eyes. Open them and look around you, child. Until you do that, you will never know why you are here. Come back to this place when you have the answer.
The voice faded toward the end of that command. Well then. She looked around her and all she could hear was the sound of the forest. She stood with what dignity she had left, and followed her footsteps back toward the path so she could go back toward the group. She was dirt streaked, her hair a mess with leaves and twigs poking out here and there, her skirt was torn here and there, her hose were useless by that point... She stopped to pick up the fallen items on her way toward the clearing.
If they hadn't come looking for her by now (strong if), she would stop at the edge of the clearing and gaze out at it. It was just a field of flowers. There was no significance for it, no rhyme or reason other than to house various flora and fauna. Nothing more, nothing less. And Blake? He wasn't Evrand and nor could he ever be, but he was, nevertheless, significant and it was a normal feeling to have to want to substitute in such a way, even if a fleeting thought... Perhaps there was a reason for the feelings she felt, even if they weren't the ideal. He couldn't control what brought memories crashing back to her.
If the group hadn't already walked to close the distance between them, she would walk barefoot toward them with the limping gait. "I am sorry if I worried you," was all she said, then sat down and, as if nothing amiss had happened, and with the final shreds of her dignity still intact, she pulled a total princess and nonchalantly pulled her boots on with eyebrows raised and such, smoothing back her hair afterwards and clearing her throat.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 22, 2016 8:23:06 GMT -8
Strong if was right. Blake had watched Camilla as she retreated into the forest. When the princess disappeared from sight he shot to his feet. That was no good, not smart, not safe. He takes off after her, his family staring at him in shock. Unfortunately he is no woodsmen, and even an obvious trail is one Blake would miss. On top of that The Forêt is a magical place. When he blunders off the path it seems to disappear behind. So the only thing his act of over protectiveness accomplished, was getting him lost.
"Damnit all."
Camilla is greeted by the remainder of the group. Who all seem quite worried. Even as the woman plays off what happened like it was nothing. Bella grabs the princess and asks anxiously.
"Did you see Blake? He went off after you, is he behind you?"
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 22, 2016 16:27:55 GMT -8
"Oh my..." It was her turn to shoot to her feet, and then take off in the direction he came from, "I didn't see him... I'll go find him, you should all go back to the carriage and we will meet you all there." She didn't wait for an answer, she simply took off at a quick limp. As soon as she hit the treeline, she looked for tracks. She remembered, for the most part, where she had gone off the path. There would be a blatant sign of her entry into the thicket, she had been stumbling about.
Regardless of what the others were doing, she kept her eyes trained for signs, broken twigs, branches, a thread on a branch... Something... "Devriiiinnnn....?!" she called out as she moved along the way. She knew it was probably foolhardy, but she had lost too many people already, it would send her far beyond the edge if something happened to him.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 22, 2016 17:54:40 GMT -8
Blakes trail is not difficult to find. He has blundered through the woods, leaving a path anyone with skill in tracking can follow. Not difficult to find, doesn't equate to easy to follow. The woods seem to twist and warp as she moves through them. It is as though the forest is deliberately trying to confuse her. Still if she is as familiar with the woods as she seems to be, she should be able to follow his trail. Eventually she would find the trails end at the base of a large tree.  High in the branches above Blake peers around. He is look for the airship, he has his knife out ready to use the polished steel to signal it. Climbing the tree had proved an interesting challenge. Still he had taken to it with aplomb. It was not so different from scaling his ships rigging. Well... perhaps a tad bit harder, but he wasn’t one the shy from a challenge. He needed to be less reckless or more reckless, he wasn’t sure which. Not only was he lost he had no idea where Camilla was, this was a terrible situation. |
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 22, 2016 18:03:52 GMT -8
Indeed, she was pretty good at tracking. It was something she did quite well at. The forest was trying to mess with her head and she knew it, but she muttered back at it, "You'll not stop me... There are worse woods near my home, rotten woods. Woods that yield mushrooms that drive folk near to insanity. These attempts at your trickery are paltry." She scoffed, her fingers curling around saplings. She made sure she knew which direction she was going, checking for the moss on the north side of the tree and the position of the sun. She paused every now and then to call out his name.
She ignored the throbbing in her ankle, trying to catch his scent on the air by sniffing some... Sniff... Sniff sniff.. Her brows furrowed and she stopped, touching a tree and closing her eyes... She was attempting to communicate with the trees to get answers as to where he was. "Come now, don't be so naughty."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 22, 2016 18:37:31 GMT -8
Blake cocks an ear, did he just hear something. He listens closely and... Yes! It was Camilla she was calling his name. Oh well that was something at least. Peering down he can just make her out. Wait is she sniffing a tree? Don't question it Blake, just don't.
"Ahoy, Camilla!"
He calls out to her, waving his hands until he is sure she spotted him. This done he begins to the process of clambering out of his tree. He is about ten feet of the ground when he slips. Landing on his back with a thump, breath whooshing out his lungs. Right that hurt, he should be more careful. Still he isn't too badly hurt, and he gets up to a sitting position as he recovers his breath.
"Well that was fun."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 22, 2016 19:14:40 GMT -8
Her eyes lifted toward the sky, she sagged in relief to see his figure descending from the top of a tree. She limped toward the tree he was climbing down from and she gave him a serious look, "Devrin, you're going to break your neck trying to rescue me one day." She had a truly worried expression written across her face as her eyes shifted to search his own. "Are you hurt?"
Wow, a role reversal it seemed. She was stepping in as impromptu nursemaid without knowing the whole situation, disregarding her own safety to check him over. In fact, she was slightly shaky about it!
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 22, 2016 19:47:31 GMT -8
Blake watches as Camilla approaches. She has a limp must have fallen and hurt herself. Well that made them a right pair didn't it? Well he supposed misery loves company, or something to that effect. He clambers to his feet. He cracks his back and groans. He grins at her to let her know he is fine.
"To be fair I have only tried to rescue you once. The first time I did rescue you. Now I have a very serious question. Were you sniffing a tree?... Also do you know how to get back?"
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 22, 2016 20:19:58 GMT -8
"Yes, by doubling back. You weren't hard to track. And no, I was sniffing the air trying to catch your scent... You have a unique scent... Everybody does. You smell like the sky." She was serious, looking at him without smiling. In fact, he would most likely notice that she was still a little shaken. "But nevertheless, I would be very sad if you hurt yourself trying to rescue me again. I said I would be right back." She sniffed a little and tried to play off the upset by digressing.
"If you ever wish to know which direction you are going, the sun always sets in the west, and moss grows on the north side of a tree. You should look for freshly moved earth and snapped twigs, and sometimes hair and fabric gets caught on branches..." By the time she was halfway through with the speech, she turned her back on him so he couldn't see she'd started to wibble a little. But then there was a telltale sniffle.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 22, 2016 20:52:02 GMT -8
Blake's grin widens when she says she knows how to get back. Fantastic! At least one of them knew what they were doing. The scent comment caught him of guard. He had a unique scent? That was news to him. Well at least he smelled like the sky apparently. That was better than smelling like a dung heap. Blake's grin dims as she begins to ramble. It was painfully apparent she was upset, and doing a poor of hiding it. He walks up next to her, and bumps her shoulder with his.
"Sorry I should have listened to you. I am a tad reckless most of the time. Still the way I see it... I can rescue you, you can rescue me and we both wind up safe. Now let's get going. I have dirt, bark, and needles in parts of me I care not too mention. I need a bath.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 22, 2016 21:03:48 GMT -8
"Aye..." she said, "I'm fragile but not so much that I would break running through woods. These woods are mischievous but... The Misty Woods near Medan is... well... scary in comparison. I've never been in there, but I've heard of people disappearing and I have heard that people go mad from eating the mushrooms that come from there." She continued to ramble and then stopped to look at him. Then she sighed, "We will be out soon enough. I am sorry I put a fright in you by running off the way I did.. It was the flowers... The clearing, I mean... It reminded me of the day I fell in love with Evrand and I... needed to have a moment alone. You wouldn't believe what happened after that if I told you, but then I went back and they asked me if I saw you." And then she looked away, "I was upset because I wanted to ask you if... if you would..."
Camilla stuttered and then palmed her face, "Ugh, I am horrible." Then she started to walk away, limping heavier than before, having not stopped to rest the injured ankle like she was supposed to. "I felt guilty for enjoying myself, too."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 23, 2016 11:36:28 GMT -8
Blake rolls his eyes as she stumbles along. She was stubborn, was that a royalty thing or a woman thing? Probably both if he had to guess. He gets up alongside her and grabs her arm. He pulls it around his shoulder, taking most of the weight off her ankle. This done he digested what she had just rambled out. There was a lot of... well shit.
"First I should say sorry. I didn't mean to dredge up old memories. I thought it would just be a good way to spend the afternoon. Logically I shouldn't feel guilty about that. That isn't how guilt works though is it? Which is all I have to say, about you feeling guilty for enjoying yourself. It's silly that you do, but I get why you do. Also don't worry about running off. I'd rather you didn't, since I am technically the head of your royal guard right now. Again though I get why you did it. Just forgive me for being a worrier."
Blake thinks briefly about asking Camilla, what she wanted to ask him. He decides against it. Whatever it was had clearly upset her. No point in pressing the issue. She would ask him when she was ready if it was important.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 23, 2016 15:33:26 GMT -8
"There is nothing to forgive. I was reckless and you were trying to take care of me, that is all. You didn't know a flowery field would affect me.. I feel guilty for more than just enjoying the forest.. I feel guilty because I wished I could pretend you were... him... for a short time. I miss him and I feel alone." She stopped walking not long after he put his arm around her, "I guess I got part of the wish, I wanted to be held." And with that, she snorted a half assed laugh.
Then she groaned and face-palmed. "This cannot be normal... Wishing someone would be someone else because that someone is very missed and the one missing them is lonely and heartbroken. Does that even make sense anyways? I am sorry. I should stop now." Indeed, she was about to hit her head on the nearest tree trunk.... repeatedly.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 23, 2016 16:24:21 GMT -8
Camilla wanted to pretend he was her dead husband? Blake wasn't sure if he should be flattered, or concerned. Probably both, or neither. He didn't know he was not exactly an expert on grief. He thought about what she has said. Trying to imagine himself in a similar position. He doesn't come up with much.
"I honestly can't tell you if that is normal. Seems reasonable to me, you have suffered more loss than anyone I know. Wanting to pretend you have some of that back... It seems reasonable. Still I am not him, and I wouldn't encourage you to pretend I am. It seems like you are hiding from your problems, I think it is better to face them. Though I am perhaps not the best judge of this."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 23, 2016 16:34:17 GMT -8
She pulled away from him and looked at him, "It's not just that. I know you aren't him. Your scent would wake me up from that delusion... My biggest problem with this is that I may try to act upon the delusion, wake up from it as soon as I recognize you, and..." she paused and then looked up toward the sky, "And keep going. Because... You're so kind and you've been there and... I would be dead without you."
Then Camilla turned around and started limping without his help again. "I told you... I am a terrible person. I am grieving for him but yearn for what I cannot have. If you wish for me to move to the castle, I will... I won't bother you or make it any worse than it already is... Just... tell me now before I do something insane. Please..."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 23, 2016 17:59:14 GMT -8
Well... That was certainly unexpected. Blake watches her walk for a moment unmoving. Just digesting what she had told him. It wasn't that he had never had... thoughts about Camilla. She was a gorgeous woman, intelligent, kind, vulnerable now but with a smoldering fire inside. She was royalty though, and once he found out he shoved such thoughts aside. To know she harbored attraction to him... He hurries to catch up to her. He then thinks on what to say.
"Camilla... I am not sure what to say to that. First you are not a terrible person. At least not in my opinion for whatever that is worth. Second you don't have to move to the palace. Like I said, silly or not I see guarding you and your boys as my responsibility. That is still true and my home is yours as long as you wish it to be. Thirdly..."
Blake hesitates then, not sure how to phrase this next part.
"Honestly I wouldn't complain if you er... kept going as you put it. You are a beautiful woman, and one I think would be easy to love. However, there are a whole slew of reasons for why I wouldn't act on such an advance. Your station for one. You are also grieving, and that would be taking advantage for another..."
Blake trails off, not really having more to say. Realizing he may have already said too much.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 23, 2016 18:34:21 GMT -8
"Can you forget that I am a princess for one, blasted moment?" She whirled to face him, stopping so close to him that he would probably feel her breath, "I'm so tired of this... this whole thing. I'm just a person... And I am only one person. I am not a title! I didn't choose this... I didn't choose any of this... not my title, not my destiny, not the obligations I had and the ones I still have. Let me choose whether you are worthy of my love or not, you... you..." she paused, her eyes glittering in her righteous anger, "You... toad." She flattened her hand and swatted at his shoulder, not hard enough to even hurt if contact is made.
"Augh..." Camilla crossed her arms over her breasts, looking him in the eye, "It is wrong to have feelings of this nature while in mourning, but I would love you just as a peasant woman would love you. Why does my title make such difference?!" And then she huffed and whirled off again. It was then that she realized they passed that same tree they had walked by not ten minutes before. She paused, rolled her eyes heavenward and muttered, "You are not helping, forest."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 23, 2016 19:35:34 GMT -8
Blake couldn't help himself. He laughed. This entire situation was ridiculous. It was like something out of fairy story, at least if you ignored the fine details. He had saved the beautiful, independent, princess of a conjured kingdom. Now she was saying she loved, or would love him. He was the self made son of a farmer. What was he even supposed to do in this situation? Screw it, he didn't get where he was today by being meek. He crosses his arms and eyes her appraisingly.
"Toad? Really? I cannot believe you are a princess, throwing out such a grievous insult. You have clearly been faking this entire time. So I suppose I will just forget all that princess nonsense. Going forward I will see you for what you clearly are. Obviously some huntress what with your skill with a bow, and in woodscraft."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 23, 2016 19:50:55 GMT -8
"Was that so hard?!" she shot back, lips twitching in an attempt not to grin as she sent a look over her shoulder. She stopped walking altogether and popped a squat, needing to rest her ankle. "Indeed, would such a princess be so filthy and covered in twigs such as these? Furthermore, is being a toad such a bad thing? Granted, perhaps a kiss would bring me warts." Her hand gestured to her hair to point at said debris, and the dirt on her nose. And yet that same, pert nose was aloft in an almost hoity toity manner, and she still had the poise of... well... a princess.
"Now... The forest has taken advantage of the fact you have distracted me, we've passed the tree behind me about four times now. I am tired. We should rest for a time and then pick a direction," she said, matter of factly, considering a climb onto a nice looking limb off to the right, as it would make a nice place to nap.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 23, 2016 20:22:38 GMT -8
"Meaning we are lost. Perhaps not a huntress then... Maybe a farmers daughter with pretensions."
Blake chuckles and sits down next to her. He had been reliant on her to get out. Now they were both lost which was probably bad. The captain though was used to danger. He also wasn't overly worried. Bella had enough sense to hike out of the woods, and flag down the airship. Once the crew knew what happened the mage on board could find them. They would be rescued in an hour or two tops.
"Rest sounds pretty good about now. Hopefully someone is here to pick us up by the time we are done."
Blake flops onto his back. He folds his hands under the back of head. It was surprisingly comfy. The ground was soft, and there was only one rock in his back. He had slept in far worse conditions.
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