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Do you like this method of RP?

  • The characters are so cool!

  • Meh, it's okay I guess.

  • LET ME MAKE MY OWN CHARACTERS, HOW DARE YOU TAKE AWAY MY PRIVILEGE.

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(Little Genghis Khan is going to help me type.)
 
(I guess I'll play as Belle the unicorn and Heath the Noble)

Heath drew in a great breath as he awoke in the palace, perched upon the padded window seat and greated the rising sun with yellow-fanged yawn. Might as well get this over with.
A servant boy stared from the across the room with the bridge of his nose pinched up. Once the lad noticed Heath's gaze was upon him, he straightened up. "U-up so early Sir Heath?"
The leopard swished his tail, "Sir Heath the Lionhearted." He corrected, tilting his head as he sauntered up, "And what business is it of yours? But since you asked," he stared the boy down until he had reached a satisfactory level of discomfort, "I have a meeting with the king today." He rumbled.
The boy made and awkward squeaking noise, leaning away from the talking beast. He swallowed, "That is f-fine indeed Lionhearted- er, Sir the Heath- I mean...."
By this time, Heath was already wandering off, bored, leaving the Page blinking stupidly. Through the stone pillars, he made his way towards the Great Hall and Throne Room. He took it slow. After all, what was the point in getting there early? You would just have to wait on some fool.
He could hear the feet of servants clearing the halls before him, and grinned. It felt like the castle were truely his own when there were no pests to bother him. It might as well be. Everywhere be strode belonged to him anyway, they just didn't know it.

(Anyone want to interrupt kitty? I have to go put chickens up real quick. When I get back I'll do Belle)
 
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
(I guess I'll play as Belle the unicorn and Heath the Noble)

Heath drew in a great breath as he awoke in the palace, perched upon the padded window seat and greated the rising sun with yellow-fanged yawn. Might as well get this over with.
A servant boy stared from the across the room with the bridge of his nose pinched up. Once the lad noticed Heath's gaze was upon him, he straightened up. "U-up so early Sir Heath?"
The leopard swished his tail, "Sir Heath the Lionhearted." He corrected, tilting his head as he sauntered up, "And what business is it of yours? But since you asked," he stared the boy down until he had reached a satisfactory level of discomfort, "I have a meeting with the king today." He rumbled.
The boy made and awkward squeaking noise, leaning away from the talking beast. He swallowed, "That is f-fine indeed Lionhearted- er, Sir the Heath- I mean...."
By this time, Heath was already wandering off, bored, leaving the Page blinking stupidly. Through the stone pillars, he made his way towards the Great Hall and Throne Room. He took it slow. After all, what was the point in getting there early? You would just have to wait on some fool.
He could hear the feet of servants clearing the halls before him, and grinned. It felt like the castle were truely his own when there were no pests to bother him. It might as well be. Everywhere be strode belonged to him anyway, they just didn't know it.

(Anyone want to interrupt kitty? I have to go put chickens up real quick. When I get back I'll do Belle)
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Grervyn slipped quickly over the tiles, her smooth, white, vulnerable belly brushing the tiles as she slithered along on her short legs. Her wings were tented, and her isocele scraped the floor. "What are you doing, Lionhearted?" She hissed, her forked red tongue flickering, as she stood in his way.
Her yellow eyes glittered and she held his hypnotic feline gaze in her even more hypnotic dragon one. She was holding a fairly expensive looking vase in one of her six hands.
 
AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
Grervyn slipped quickly over the tiles, her smooth, white, vulnerable belly brushing the tiles as she slithered along on her short legs. Her wings were tented, and her isocele scraped the floor. "What are you doing, Lionhearted?" She hissed, her forked red tongue flickering, as she stood in his way.
Her yellow eyes glittered and she held his hypnotic feline gaze in her even more hypnotic dragon one. She was holding a fairly expensive looking vase in one of her six hands.
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(Just so you know she's not being aggressive, she just always acts this way.)
 

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