Little and Big [Arielle-Regan]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] The castle was large and that was a fact. You could go for days without seeing one single person down one of the long dark inner corridors. There were entire rooms that you could just suddenly find, that you had no idea were ever there before. Of course growing up around the castle and in its grounds, Jesu had seen most of the castle...he thought. He was winding through a long spiralling passage that seemed to just take him round and round in circles. The problem wasn't that there was no one else to help him on the way, on the contrary he'd seen multiple servants dashing along the corridors, it was just his pride that stepped in the way every time, stopping him from asking. Even following them didn't quite work out he just ended up somewhere else, it was incredibly annoying. He ended up on the third floor somehow, next to a window at the back righthand side of the castle. He was just sitting against the window now, looking outside at all the greenery that stood there in the castle gardens. It was early, the sun had just come up dappling the world in its reddish purple hue. He reckoned he was near one of the princesses rooms but wasn't sure, and just barging into rooms wasn't polite, not to mention not his style. The Heir wouldn't be up for a while so he was same for now too. He could just stay here until he saw someone he recognised, maybe a royal guard, or even a royal family member. He could just...follow them. He sighed and played with some energy, swirling the blue particles around his fingers, making a little blue butterfly that fluttered off with the wind. He made a little spider from SAP which made a trail of corrosion along one of the stone walls. He laughed to himself. He had gotten skilful at playing with Energy over this long time. If only he had Deaths Shadow, he could multiply that ability indefinitely with his skill at weaponry. A large dragon appeared about the size of a cat. It breathed a flash of blue Energy-fire before evaporating into a poof of blue Energy. WORDS! 0<X<10000 TAGS! Arielle NOTES!FANTASTICAL STUFF [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/bfN0Z.jpg); padding: 15px; width: 365px, bTable][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 8px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; height: 100%;][style=font-family: georgia; color: #333; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]promise not to tell[/style][style=border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; margin-bottom: 7px;] [/style][style=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s418/cursebox/Faceclaims/chrome/41_zps15795d4c.png);] [/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 3px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]ez[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]404 WORDS[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]sorry for the wait[/style][style=border-left: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #333; width: 195px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: -100px;]The floor of Regan's room was cold against the bare arch of her feet as she stood from the bed, fingers brushing her fringe from her eyes. The morning light from outside had fallen on her face and awoken her as it so often did and not wishing to break any habits, she had decided to get up. Perhaps she would be able to skip breakfast and go straight onto practicing with her weapon, her sovnya, that day. Yes, that would do nicely. There was nothing quite like the embrace of the morning air and dew to wake you up, after all. Moving across her room, she stopped in front of her set of drawers to pull out a pair of light coloured tights and an over-sized red tunic which were promptly pulled on as her nightdress was discarded from to the floor where it would remain until she returned. She, as with every other day, rejected the restricting under layers that were apparently "in fashion" permanently. Honestly, Regan found them uncomfortable and wondered why any sane person would want to force themselves into the horrendous things. Nor did she understand why anyone sane would wish them invented in the first place. She moved towards the door before laughing at herself, pausing mid-stride. She had forgotten her sovnya on the window-seat and her eye patch lay on her desk where she had put it the night before. Regan may have detested the eye patch but she would abide by the suggestion that she use it if only for the sake of the easily startled servants who roamed the corridors during the early hours. Thus Regan promptly returned to her desk to fix the black eye patch over her scarred left eye and whilst there she also picked up her frog bracelet and pulled that on too. After a quick move to the window to retrieve her weapons, she headed out of the bedroom door, shutting it on the way out. Regan didn't get very far however before she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of something unexpected. She watched as what looked like a dragon made of some ethereal substance appeared, puffed out a breath of blue fire and then dissipated as easily as it had come. Then her eyes moved to its maker and widened in half-recognition. He was...her eldest brother's guardian? She thought he was anyway "What was that?" [/style]

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[gunny]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 40px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Death is a virtue[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]Life is but an illusion[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] He was just thinking about going to sleep while sitting on the window sill, over looking one of the gardens when he was engaged in a sudden conversation. Jesu was surprised by the voice. It had seemed to sneak up on him unawares and caused him to turn quickly to look at the voices owner. He was even more surprised to find that the owner of the voice was none other than the littlest princess. Though he did suspect her rooms were somewhere around this area of the castle. So really it shouldn't have been so surprising. She looked like she had just got ready and was heading off somewhere. "Good morning little one." A child like Arielle deserved that fitting title, and its aptness made him chuckle out loud. "And what are we doing this fine morning?" He laughed at her question. What was the dragon? It was his Energy. It was the source of all his power. He hadn't found anyone else that could use the ability so aptly before him, so he could safely say it was HIS ability. "This? Why my little princess. This is Energy, not normal...energy, but, Energy. Whats the difference you ask? Well. Can you do this with normal energy?" He whipped out his hand, a blue particle tiger lept out and roared into nothingness. The particles falling apart as soon as they had made their little show. "Or this?" He scrolled along the wall creating a snail trail of crumbing stone. "Wanna learn some little one?" He winked at her. "I'll teach you a little bit in exchange for a favour." The little princess looked quite funny, just standing there. He wanted to just walk over and ruffle her hair, or poke her nose, or something else that would be completely and totally inappropriate. The least he could take solace in was calling her cute little names that she would probably hate. He knew she liked being called Regan, or something like that. But he wouldn't do that, he barely called anyone by there actual name now that he thought about it. Always nicknames or honourifics. He'd settle with calling her 'little one' for now. WORDS! 0<X<362 TAGS! Arielle NOTES!FANTASTICAL STUFF [/style]

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