Our Warrior cat rp~

(I'll respond in a bit.)

(Okay, I might be a while since I'm working on downloading my old games on my S'6 which is so freaking awesome. xD I went from having one of the first line of Droid smartphones to having the newest smart phone x3 )

(xD Well I'mma gonna take a shower, and respond I promise.)

(There's only one new part to this, the rest is just what I posted on the previous page. I just thought it would be good to have it in one place.)

Carelia, much to her chagrin, had spent most of the day babysitting her youngest sister while her mother and older sisters had gone off to the city again to do some shopping and such. Carelia had been left at home because her father had been concerned with her obsession over King Brion, and was afraid she might do something to embarrass the family more than they already were. Of course, that’s not what they told Carelia.
Before Yolse had become part of Gildor/Vulci, the Bentos family –namely Carelia’s grandfather– had been in very high standing with the former king. After Yuza had taken power but then become a popular king with the people of Yolse, her grandfather had made the mistake of betting against a supporter of Yuza (with a wager I can’t seem to come up with). The loser had to give half of their wealth to the winner. Carelia’s grandfather ended up losing and the Bentos family has been trying to regain their wealth and status ever since. Of course, now many of the other noble families consider the Bentos’ kind of a joke, and the behavior of some of their children certainly didn’t help.
Once Carelia had been released from her duty, however, she hopped right onto her horse and rode to the nearby town where her good friend Jasper lived. Ever since the ball she’d been dying to see him so she could tell him about the king. She guided her horse toward the blacksmith’s where Jasper worked and found him leaning on the side of the building. After quickly dismounting and tying her horse up she ran over to him. “Jasper! You’ll never guess what happened at the ball last night!” she said, grabbing his hands and practically bouncing up and down with excitement. She didn’t exactly give him time to guess, however. “King Brion danced with me!” she told him with a huge smile. “And then he spent the rest of the night with me and he even kissed me!” Just talking and thinking about still it made her heart beat faster even though she’d been telling everyone who would listen ever since the previous night.

(So I did some more thinking on Vivian and here’s what I’ve come up with: Her personality has changed a tiny bit. Vivian just particularly enjoys killing people and has no problem sleeping around. She’s cursed to kill anyone she really cares about. It doesn’t necessarily have to be her holding the knife, but some decision she makes or something leads to the death of those she cares about. So this isn’t really a problem for her now that her parents and closest childhood friend are all dead because of it. Until she actually starts to feel something for Ace. At first she just wants to get some because let’s be honest, Ace is a damn attractive man xD I figure we could do a lot once she realises she actually likes him, but we can talk about that more once we get there unless you want to hear my thoughts now.)

In a small dark room somewhere in the city, a half-dressed Vivian watched emotionlessly as thick red blood gushed from a man’s throat. She was still sitting on top of him, one hand covering his mouth the other delicately holding her blade. His struggling grew more and more feeble until it stopped completely and he stared with empty eyes at the ceiling. Only then did she stand and move to the water basin to wash the blood off her hands and blade. Once her hands were clean she put the rest of her clothes back on, and quietly left the room.
Normally Vivian felt at least a little guilty when she killed someone, but this man disgusted her enough that the felt nothing but smugness. The man’s wife was the one that hired her upon finding her husband with another woman. Vivian’s instructions had been to kill him if he tried to sleep with her as well. Which he had. Even Vivian would stoop low enough to sleep with a married man. Unless there was something really good in it for her.
She found the man’s now ex-wife waiting in another room, who, upon seeing the dagger in Vivian’s hand, sighed and quickly handed over a pouch of coins.
“I’m sorry,” Vivian said quietly and then left the house, pausing for a moment to leave the coins on the kitchen table. Once she was outside, she found her horse and began her ride back to the castle. Just before she would have to enter the gates, she rode off into some trees and quickly changed out of her navy blue dress to something more maid-like, though still pretty enough.
After handing her horse off to the stable boy she made her way into the castle. Everyone had made it back from the party in one piece, though both Ace and Ariella had been asleep for most if not all of the ride back and had been carried into the castle. She smirked slightly at the memory and went to go find out what her tasks for the day were.
(You don’t have to respond to Vivian if you don’t want to, I just wanted to write it. If you don’t I’ll write another one for another character.)


Ariella had woken up feeling quite miserable and had therefore spent most of the morning in bed. After sleeping for a few extra hours she managed to drag herself out of bed, bathe, and get dressed. It was somewhere in the middle of her bath when the memories of the previous night began to come back to her. Some were fuzzier than others, but she remembered enough to make her want to just sit in the bath forever and hide out of embarrassment. She might have done just that, but the water eventually got cold so, shivering, she stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel. Still, she prolonged the need to go out in public by taking particular care to dry her soft, straight hair and then spending more time than necessary in choosing her dress for the day –it was a relatively simple (for Ariella) green dress that matched her eyes. Eventually she stood in front of the door, straightened up, and walked out into the castle with an air of confidence and poise few could manage after a night like Ariella’s.
Her first mission was to find Damien, so she wandered around until she found him. As soon as she saw him, her poise left her and was replaced by an almost frantic feeling. She hurried over to him. “Damien I am so sorry about my behavior last night,” she said. “I can’t believe I behaved so inappropriately and I hope you can forgive me for putting you in such an awkward situation.” She honestly believed that everything that had happened had been entirely her fault and was unable to remember enough to know that Damien had started some of it.

(Well that worked out because my mom called and I just got done talking to her. I'll reply now)
(What do you think about the thing with Vivian? Is it too weird? Because I can change it)

(Oh man I just hit a wall. I may not be able to finish my response tonight. I also have to get up at 3:30am tomorrow, so I need to go to bed within the next half hour or so.)