(Alright see yea then~)
~One day later~
As the rays of the sun reached into the windows of castle Vulci, and hit a sleeping King as he laid upon bed you could hear the sound of servants hard at work, and other royals as well. In fact pretty much everyone who was of importance at this point in the day were wide awake, and getting started on their daily task. Everyone besides the most important person that is. Upon the end of the party Brion had made sure to give Ayita a warm welcome when he watched her beat the General of Hyde in a one on one fight. The wolf had even left a deadly scar on his face, and had come out with nothing besides part of her left ear missing. Brion had debated on joining in himself, but luckily for him his advisor, and general were there to keep him out of losing a arm like his father. Finally he pushed himself to lay on his left side, and growled as a ray of light hit his eyes. "Fine..... I'll get up!" He sighed to himself as he pulled his sleepy form up, and scratched the back of his head. Standing up he sighed his hair was in a mess so he looked a bit displeased. After a few minutes he had moved his body over to the bath, and a few moments of stripping, slapping some soap on, and getting dressed he moved to a mirror. Placing a hand in his hair he roughed it up a bit as his hair seemed to look better messy. Finally he moved over to the large display that was above his door frame that held his father's old sword with all it's dragon scales, and bones. Picking it up out of it's display he looked it over for a few moments before throwing it in the air making sure to do a small turn so the blade flipped onto his left side so he could inspect that side of the blade. Over the few days he had the blade he had made sure to keep it in perfect condition, and inspected it everyday. Finally placing the sword back upon it's frame he opened the door, and open his arms in a stretch as he yawned, and looked around the busy hallway. "If I didn't know better I'd say I was a good king." He laughed to himself remembering his father's workers were always this busy, but his first few years they had been a slow bundle of snails.
Moving down the hallway a light thud sounding every time his foot hit the floor he made his way inside the training center were a bunch of soldiers were at. Despite how well he took care of his father's sword he had decided on one thing... He wouldn't use it. To surpass his father he needed to be something better than his legacy. He needed to be a man of his own words. Picking up a slim blade also called as rapier he picked it up, and pointed at a soldier. "On guard!" He called before lunging the guard who just managed to block, and than went in for his own strike, but the king was to fast so he moved, and than got the soldier in the leg, but sliced weak enough for no pain. He than quickly moved the blade to the man's throat, and laughed. "I think Varaela's quite the teacher for dodging." He laughed dodging fireballs did tend to let you move around quicker, especially now that Brion had demanded she spar with him when he's not wearing that heavy dragon armor crap. He wanted to be fast on his feet while other kings were strong, and slow he wished to be fast, and quick on his feet so he could come up with many ways to get a advantage on his enemy. Duncan had even began teaching him how to run up walls, and do large jumps to help in escapes, who knows when that could come in handy so he didn't complain about learning it. In fact within the first few days he had mastered most of it, and was now moving on to more hardcore options. Laughing he went back into the hallway, and found himself his amazing throne that he had rebuilt with a crow statue on top of it. Sitting down he smiled.
Duncan had been up quite early in the day, and at this point had been training for eight hours straight. His upper body unclothed as he stood inside a closed area his body drenched in sweat despite looking more like a pretty boy king than King Brion himself Duncan was quite the General. At this current time, and place he was aiming down a bow's sight as he aimed at a apple on top of a tree that about thirty feet in the air. "Almost...." He let out archery wasn't the only thing he had done today made clear by the swords, spears, and such that laid upon the floor. Closing his left eye he let loose a arrow that flew up into the sky, and for a few moments couldn't be seen until the light sound of a thunk, and than a thud as a apple hit the ground with a arrow sticking in it. Moving slowly over to it he picked up the apple and tilted it to the left as he inspected it. "..... I didn't hit this." He sighed, and looked around wondering were his arrow went. He knew for sure that wasn't his arrow as his was steel, and this was wooden, and stone. Moving over to look down from the castle that was ontop of a cliff that overlooked the village he saw a glimpse of a young lad. Tossing the apple at the lad Duncan sighed, and moved back to go find his own arrow. After a few moments the fancy looking, but sweat filled male soon found his arrow sticking inside the tree on a branch. "I knew I would miss, I suck at archery." He laughed, and moved back to the castle deciding it was best to get clothed, after a quick bathe. Slowly moving he soon exited the hidden court yard he used as his training spot, and found his way into his room.
A few minutes later, and he was outside with one of his many fancy suits on, and a pair of white gloves. He liked to dress the part, and he thought he pulled off the fancy look, and in fact most of the time he did. Looking around the castle he spotted the King finally waking up, and was about to speak, but decided not to. Bothering the king right after he arose from the dead of sleep was a first class ticket to getting sent to the dungeon. Not really, but the king was quite the angry awaker. Moving Duncan soon located himself in the mess hall were soldiers were eating, and he grabbed himself a plate of stew, and bread before heading to go sit at a normal table. Despite being allowed to feast with the King, and Advisor Duncan tended to stick with his man in the army mainly because he prefered the cooking.
Ayita was laying inside her room that the King of Vulci had so kindly allowed her to live in until he decided to leave. She was curled up with her tail, and seemed to be in a peaceful state until her ears flicked when the first servant began working on their daily jobs. ".... I hate humans." She sighed opening her eyes, and than rolled off of her bed causing quite the loud bang as her body collided with the floor. However that didn't stop the wolf queen from rolling over to the dresser because at the moment she was currently naked, and needed some clothing. Finally reaching it she found herself a fitting shirt, and some pants to go along with them before he looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes showed tiredness. "..... I look beautiful as always~" She laughed, and than opened the door to the hallway with the servants. About to randomly walk her nose picked up a smell of a delicious meal, and being the wolf she was she followed the scent all the way into were the advisors, generals, and king were to eat. However seeing no one was inside, and the food was just waiting at the moment Ayita moved over to a big juicy steak, and quickly devoured it with a smile. "However the humans do know food~" She let out with a smile as she finished the steak, and moved back to the door. Quickly about to escape before someone found her, but than she noticed another steak, and she couldn't help herself.
Using her ears to sound if anyone is nearby she quickly headed over to the steak, and bit into it like the other one, and soon the steak was gone, and she was standing at a empty table a few minutes later as she finally finished the meal. Now she was laying on the table were the food had been with a contempt face on as she looked at the ceiling. "Been a while since I got to be full~" She laughed looking at the lights.
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A arrow shot into the sky above the cliff, and soon hit the red target the owner was aiming for. About to escape before someone got mad the owner looked up as someone tossed the apple down to him, and he caught it looking at the arrow sticking inside of it. "This is something pa might really praise." He smiled he had shot a apple from a thirty foot tree, that was above a cliff making it a fifty foot tree to were he stood. Anyways upon getting the apple the owner exited the scene, and quickly made his way to his father's house, and slammed the apple on the tree. "See pa I can be one of those fancy royal archers one day!" He laughed happily wondering how his pa would react to this.
"..... You.... shot a apple?" His pa asked with an annoyed look on his face. "At your age I was sleeping with women, and beheading soldiers on the battlefield boy. You best keep trying." A big man responded who resembled a boulder kind of because of his massive stomach, and he had a shiny pale bald head. "Now go do something, before your ma gets home." He commanded giving his son a go away motion with his hand.
The dark blue haired male looked at his pa with a kind of pissed off face for a few minutes, and sighed before exiting the house leaving his bow at the side of the door. This guy was a fit looking guy mainly because he was a framer with a serious type of face. Walking into the town his frown suddenly turned to a smile as a lot of people kept cheering. "Aye it's big Jasper!" Jasper was a famous man in his home town as he was a hero during the civil war Yolse had when Brion had gotten the crown. Clearly Jasper fought for the king, and had taken down the leader of the other side who wanted Yolse's prince to be king. However they had burnt down most of the town to get this, and well Jasper one day sent a arrow into one of their necks. He was a man in his teens about sixteen a year older than the king. Walking into a blacksmith's building he put on a apron, and began hitting hot steel for about a good five hours. This was his job archery, and being a blacksmith. Most people wanted him to use a sword, but he always prefered a bow though he could still make a fine sword, and all that.
Finally finishing his job he leaned on the side the building, and took out a piece of jerky he had, and bit a piece off before throwing it into the grass as he smiled. His parents might have hated him, but he was the face of this town. Many said once he was of age they would name him mayor.
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Mia was inside her room frowning as she dug through her clothes, and soon settled upon a skirt, and white shirt to go with it. Her normal blonde hair was in a ponytail, and it laid upon her right shoulder. Moving to look in a mirror she smiled, and laughed before leaving her room. However one would notice if they looked in her room was a mess with broken stuff all over it, but it wasn't like smashed, but more like it was turned to dust by this sweet mage girl. Finding her way into the throne room she looked around, and soon not finding anyone decided to go visit the town for the first time since she was here.
Alistair had been up ever since the party, and was now in his cat form, and was sleeping on the right arm rest of the throne not caring if Drezdon got pissed he chose to make the throne his sleeping spot. It wasn't like the king couldn't sit he had made sure to at least move onto the arm rest.
Ace was up early mainly because he had been asleep all through the party, and had been carried back by some guards, which made him annoyed when he learnt of the fact, but figured if they could have awoke him up picking him up would have done so. Looking in a mirror he sighed even though he took a shower he still looked like crap in his mind. His hair was a mess, and his bread had grown lightly back not forest Ace, but somewhat. To make matters worse by the time he was dressed he had exited his room before fixing his hair so he would be walking around with his hair making two wings on the side of his head as they lifted up, and his front hair was all shaggy as well. However Ace wasn't really worrying about that because the moment he walked out of his room he coughed, and sneezed. "I feel like crap!" He complained as he walked out of his room. He could have used magic, but when he tired he noticed he was still out so he assumed this was because of that one spell he kept using at the party which did nothing for him.
Damien was inside his room sitting in a chair a letter in his hands as he read it. Like normal it was a note from his friends, and family at Elosi wondering if he ever planned on returning to be Lord of Elosi, but he always responded with a no so he didn't get why they kept asking him. Standing up he quickly bathed, and got dressed before exiting the room, and heading into the throne room after obtaining a quick meal with the soldiers. Entering he looked around, and had entered just in time to see Mia leave. Looking around he saw a cat which he assumed was Alistair so he left the sleeping beast alone, and looked around. He was praying to the gods Ariella didn't remember much of yesterday, or he would have a lot to answer for.
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