Example one
STOP= the end of each of MY replies(Please keep in mind that this is an older roleplay, I have improved.)The air was slightly foggy, most hanging low to the ground as the sky’s wonderful blue sky chilled to gray. The atmosphere was all but luminous, not quite a sight for normal eyes….but for the figure weaving through the shrubs that had begun to poke through the concrete of the road, it was calming. Awfully this is what he had always felt..what he had always seen, even before the end of times came, instead of bright colors before, his eyes could only see things such as what was in front of him. As far as he was concerned things had always been so dull and gloomy..the only difference was the monsters..but were they really so different? Was it really different from what he saw in the people before they’d turn?He takes a deep breath, deciding to stay indifferent to the thought, and continues on, holding the crescent-shaped sickle in hand. He wore mostly loose clothing to allow for easy movement, but don't get it wrong…it was still layered (though slightly uncomfortably.) enough to protect him, even just a bit. His outfit matched the dim lighting of the atmosphere, to say the least, with the layer more visible being a simple gray and black striped sweater that reached just a few inches below the knees.. And for pants, he wore black bell-bottom jeans, slightly cut at the bottom so that there would not be an accident of entanglement. Besides what he had on, he had more clothing and such in a big, heavy-looking duffle bag on his left shoulder, yet his poster never faltered.. even as he began walking into the slippery and dewy grass. His black Steel toe boots digging in the dirt and filth underneath him, he caught sight of watered-down blood beneath him, even through the thickness of his hair that covered most of his face, he could very well see.STOPThey look around, slightly tilting their head ever so often as if trying to get a better look at their surroundings. Eventually, as he walks, the grass gets taller and thicker, and the dewy liquid brushes against the barely exposed parts of his legs and arms, a slight annoyance..but it would be worth the trouble. His eyes trained on two wretched doors, the glass is broken and stains of blood coated across the sharp edges. He met cobble once again, along with a thousand small shards of glass, a few twinkled and crinkled under the mass of his boots, causing him to pause.Their body stiffens, his lips turning downward in a frown.That was way louder than expected for some glass…..he looked around stiffly, everything went quiet as he strained his ears to the best of his ability and looked around from where he stood, his head swinging from one direction to the next. His hair really didn't do him any favor…how did he survive so long with it, again? Suddenly, he turns around, the sickle nearly flying in the air as his hand tightly clung to the object bringing it to the air right at shoulder length with a heap of strength.….So that's how he’d survive… His eyes narrowed before him, brows raised in amusement.There, laying on the ground, mixed with filth and glass and loose pebbles of stone, laid a freshly decapitated zombie, its head a few inches away from its body. The gender couldn't be determined through the mass of grease and blood that was sticky to its body, but tons of wounds could still be seen. They looked pretty young, but Amarr couldn't really bring himself to feel bad as his eyes traced the sickly skin and the gaping wounds where gaping chunks of flesh could be seen. The body convulses suddenly, causing Amar to hastily step back, more out of caution than fear, but eventually the body settles back down again, though the movement causes the pores and even the wounds to begin to leak deep nearly black blood to ooze out.. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell just how thick it was, as it meddled with the stone and glass.. Amar’s flesh itched with unease, as the corpse laid there, something about it was just...unnerving, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable occasionally.Soon enough he turns his attention to his sickle, dripping with the thick blood easily and messily falling to the ground. He always had quite the strong reflex, whether it was because of how clumsy he used to be when he was younger, or just an afterthought, or maybe something he achieved through his constant training and focus was unknown to him.. Of course he still had to be careful, but being quick on his feet has saved him greatly a few times in the past year from attacks. It was getting too far for comfort now though…so without another thought, he looked back towards the door….And he walks into the mall.STOPAmar stops swiftly in his steps, as a brave voice calls out to him. He couldn't tell if it was male or female, as it rumbled slightly through the empty- or… nearly empty building. Suddenly he notices the figure, starting at the person in slight surprise from underneath his hair, eyes hidden as always. He’d never need another human so close before...he was nearly in awe.Nearly.But he straightens up and recovers from the shock of it, starting at the head of the gun. He holds tightly onto his sickle, pondering his next move…before relaxing his grip and dangling his weapon with a single finger, dancing along the curved metal that was the handle..he raises his head in an odd way, before tilting it up at. “I'm Amar, AColeen... You are...?” He trails off, his body tenses for a second before releasing the tenseness… He had to play his cards right, especially since he’d bought a knife(well…sickle.) to a gunfight.He takes a few calming breaths until he is completely calm..his eyes starting at the other person from his thick hair.STOPAmar raises a brow, though the other person couldn't see it. He didn't dare protest or try to defend himself, instead he kept his head raised, letting out a soft hum. The interest instantly died down from him as he reminded himself that this was simply another person, like finding a needle in a haystack, yet...he didn't feel like that was the case. Just another person, with their own worries and trust issues..”No, feel free to check me, but I would like the same certainty if that were to happen.” he says plainly, a small frown playing on his lips. His eyes traced back to the weapon, wondering just how many bullets the survivor had on them.“You're staying here for the night.” He mumbles aloud, not quite a question but not quite anything else. “I will be as well.” He declares with a slight nod, he wasn't open for any disagreements..yet he didn't really have the social skills to communicate, which seemed the same for the other person…STOPAmar gives an amused sound, not quite a laugh or chuckle though. He'd expect at least the tiniest protest, yet there was none. He glances at the head of their gun again, before looking back at the person through hidden eyes. Eventually, he looks away to settle down. He drops his sickle lazily to the ground, kicking it slightly away from him, it wouldn't hurt to make the other feel slightly more comfortable at the very least. He sits down and opens his bag idly, the ground was cold, and the marble was worn away in several places if not the whole floor, traces of dried blood was everywhere, as well as glass and bloodstained items of those who used to own them.Upon opening the leathery carrier, he takes out a few items; A cloth half his size, a few small dried pieces of meat, lukewarm water, and a few other items including a flashlight. He’d like to prepare in case anything happens on such a misty night, especially coupled with his horrible sight. He popped a few of the meat chunks in his mouth, and took a chug of water…truth be told he hadn't eaten anything all-day. He tried his best not to mind his temporary companion, in case they didn't want to be bothered or annoyed..yet he couldn't help but spare a couple of glances their way every now and then, he might not enjoy interaction, or like other people…but he couldn't deny that this was an interesting encounter.
It was an awkward silence for a while, the only sound was the faint song of crickets and a distant hum and crackle of old electric cables, as they both minded their business.STOPHis head perks up, unsuspecting at the sudden chatter. He looks at the other individual with a small confused frown placing his lips, are they starting conversation? He scratches his head slightly, before tilting it to the side allowing for a brief deafening silence to pass over them before speaking up. “Ah…well you know.” he starts with an uncertain look, he didn't really talk much even before this whole ordeal so.. “Not really to be honest, if that was the case I would have left during the day, I would have gone much further than this.”He was rather blunt but the aura around him shifts slightly as if he had suddenly been succumbed by a heat of nerve, far from shy but also far from relaxed. “Oh but yeah you know, I had to move from my original hideout, so I was scouting the area.” He says stiffly before clearing his throat looking away “you?” he asks, trying to deflect from himself, feeling as if that would make him more comfortable.
STOP= the end of each of MY replies(Please keep in mind that this is an older roleplay, I have improved.)The air was slightly foggy, most hanging low to the ground as the sky’s wonderful blue sky chilled to gray. The atmosphere was all but luminous, not quite a sight for normal eyes….but for the figure weaving through the shrubs that had begun to poke through the concrete of the road, it was calming. Awfully this is what he had always felt..what he had always seen, even before the end of times came, instead of bright colors before, his eyes could only see things such as what was in front of him. As far as he was concerned things had always been so dull and gloomy..the only difference was the monsters..but were they really so different? Was it really different from what he saw in the people before they’d turn?He takes a deep breath, deciding to stay indifferent to the thought, and continues on, holding the crescent-shaped sickle in hand. He wore mostly loose clothing to allow for easy movement, but don't get it wrong…it was still layered (though slightly uncomfortably.) enough to protect him, even just a bit. His outfit matched the dim lighting of the atmosphere, to say the least, with the layer more visible being a simple gray and black striped sweater that reached just a few inches below the knees.. And for pants, he wore black bell-bottom jeans, slightly cut at the bottom so that there would not be an accident of entanglement. Besides what he had on, he had more clothing and such in a big, heavy-looking duffle bag on his left shoulder, yet his poster never faltered.. even as he began walking into the slippery and dewy grass. His black Steel toe boots digging in the dirt and filth underneath him, he caught sight of watered-down blood beneath him, even through the thickness of his hair that covered most of his face, he could very well see.STOPThey look around, slightly tilting their head ever so often as if trying to get a better look at their surroundings. Eventually, as he walks, the grass gets taller and thicker, and the dewy liquid brushes against the barely exposed parts of his legs and arms, a slight annoyance..but it would be worth the trouble. His eyes trained on two wretched doors, the glass is broken and stains of blood coated across the sharp edges. He met cobble once again, along with a thousand small shards of glass, a few twinkled and crinkled under the mass of his boots, causing him to pause.Their body stiffens, his lips turning downward in a frown.That was way louder than expected for some glass…..he looked around stiffly, everything went quiet as he strained his ears to the best of his ability and looked around from where he stood, his head swinging from one direction to the next. His hair really didn't do him any favor…how did he survive so long with it, again? Suddenly, he turns around, the sickle nearly flying in the air as his hand tightly clung to the object bringing it to the air right at shoulder length with a heap of strength.….So that's how he’d survive… His eyes narrowed before him, brows raised in amusement.There, laying on the ground, mixed with filth and glass and loose pebbles of stone, laid a freshly decapitated zombie, its head a few inches away from its body. The gender couldn't be determined through the mass of grease and blood that was sticky to its body, but tons of wounds could still be seen. They looked pretty young, but Amarr couldn't really bring himself to feel bad as his eyes traced the sickly skin and the gaping wounds where gaping chunks of flesh could be seen. The body convulses suddenly, causing Amar to hastily step back, more out of caution than fear, but eventually the body settles back down again, though the movement causes the pores and even the wounds to begin to leak deep nearly black blood to ooze out.. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell just how thick it was, as it meddled with the stone and glass.. Amar’s flesh itched with unease, as the corpse laid there, something about it was just...unnerving, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable occasionally.Soon enough he turns his attention to his sickle, dripping with the thick blood easily and messily falling to the ground. He always had quite the strong reflex, whether it was because of how clumsy he used to be when he was younger, or just an afterthought, or maybe something he achieved through his constant training and focus was unknown to him.. Of course he still had to be careful, but being quick on his feet has saved him greatly a few times in the past year from attacks. It was getting too far for comfort now though…so without another thought, he looked back towards the door….And he walks into the mall.STOPAmar stops swiftly in his steps, as a brave voice calls out to him. He couldn't tell if it was male or female, as it rumbled slightly through the empty- or… nearly empty building. Suddenly he notices the figure, starting at the person in slight surprise from underneath his hair, eyes hidden as always. He’d never need another human so close before...he was nearly in awe.Nearly.But he straightens up and recovers from the shock of it, starting at the head of the gun. He holds tightly onto his sickle, pondering his next move…before relaxing his grip and dangling his weapon with a single finger, dancing along the curved metal that was the handle..he raises his head in an odd way, before tilting it up at. “I'm Amar, AColeen... You are...?” He trails off, his body tenses for a second before releasing the tenseness… He had to play his cards right, especially since he’d bought a knife(well…sickle.) to a gunfight.He takes a few calming breaths until he is completely calm..his eyes starting at the other person from his thick hair.STOPAmar raises a brow, though the other person couldn't see it. He didn't dare protest or try to defend himself, instead he kept his head raised, letting out a soft hum. The interest instantly died down from him as he reminded himself that this was simply another person, like finding a needle in a haystack, yet...he didn't feel like that was the case. Just another person, with their own worries and trust issues..”No, feel free to check me, but I would like the same certainty if that were to happen.” he says plainly, a small frown playing on his lips. His eyes traced back to the weapon, wondering just how many bullets the survivor had on them.“You're staying here for the night.” He mumbles aloud, not quite a question but not quite anything else. “I will be as well.” He declares with a slight nod, he wasn't open for any disagreements..yet he didn't really have the social skills to communicate, which seemed the same for the other person…STOPAmar gives an amused sound, not quite a laugh or chuckle though. He'd expect at least the tiniest protest, yet there was none. He glances at the head of their gun again, before looking back at the person through hidden eyes. Eventually, he looks away to settle down. He drops his sickle lazily to the ground, kicking it slightly away from him, it wouldn't hurt to make the other feel slightly more comfortable at the very least. He sits down and opens his bag idly, the ground was cold, and the marble was worn away in several places if not the whole floor, traces of dried blood was everywhere, as well as glass and bloodstained items of those who used to own them.Upon opening the leathery carrier, he takes out a few items; A cloth half his size, a few small dried pieces of meat, lukewarm water, and a few other items including a flashlight. He’d like to prepare in case anything happens on such a misty night, especially coupled with his horrible sight. He popped a few of the meat chunks in his mouth, and took a chug of water…truth be told he hadn't eaten anything all-day. He tried his best not to mind his temporary companion, in case they didn't want to be bothered or annoyed..yet he couldn't help but spare a couple of glances their way every now and then, he might not enjoy interaction, or like other people…but he couldn't deny that this was an interesting encounter.
It was an awkward silence for a while, the only sound was the faint song of crickets and a distant hum and crackle of old electric cables, as they both minded their business.STOPHis head perks up, unsuspecting at the sudden chatter. He looks at the other individual with a small confused frown placing his lips, are they starting conversation? He scratches his head slightly, before tilting it to the side allowing for a brief deafening silence to pass over them before speaking up. “Ah…well you know.” he starts with an uncertain look, he didn't really talk much even before this whole ordeal so.. “Not really to be honest, if that was the case I would have left during the day, I would have gone much further than this.”He was rather blunt but the aura around him shifts slightly as if he had suddenly been succumbed by a heat of nerve, far from shy but also far from relaxed. “Oh but yeah you know, I had to move from my original hideout, so I was scouting the area.” He says stiffly before clearing his throat looking away “you?” he asks, trying to deflect from himself, feeling as if that would make him more comfortable.
STOP= the end of each of MY replies(Please keep in mind that this is an older roleplay, I have improved.)The air was slightly foggy, most hanging low to the ground as the sky’s wonderful blue sky chilled to gray. The atmosphere was all but luminous, not quite a sight for normal eyes….but for the figure weaving through the shrubs that had begun to poke through the concrete of the road, it was calming. Awfully this is what he had always felt..what he had always seen, even before the end of times came, instead of bright colors before, his eyes could only see things such as what was in front of him. As far as he was concerned things had always been so dull and gloomy..the only difference was the monsters..but were they really so different? Was it really different from what he saw in the people before they’d turn?He takes a deep breath, deciding to stay indifferent to the thought, and continues on, holding the crescent-shaped sickle in hand. He wore mostly loose clothing to allow for easy movement, but don't get it wrong…it was still layered (though slightly uncomfortably.) enough to protect him, even just a bit. His outfit matched the dim lighting of the atmosphere, to say the least, with the layer more visible being a simple gray and black striped sweater that reached just a few inches below the knees.. And for pants, he wore black bell-bottom jeans, slightly cut at the bottom so that there would not be an accident of entanglement. Besides what he had on, he had more clothing and such in a big, heavy-looking duffle bag on his left shoulder, yet his poster never faltered.. even as he began walking into the slippery and dewy grass. His black Steel toe boots digging in the dirt and filth underneath him, he caught sight of watered-down blood beneath him, even through the thickness of his hair that covered most of his face, he could very well see.STOPThey look around, slightly tilting their head ever so often as if trying to get a better look at their surroundings. Eventually, as he walks, the grass gets taller and thicker, and the dewy liquid brushes against the barely exposed parts of his legs and arms, a slight annoyance..but it would be worth the trouble. His eyes trained on two wretched doors, the glass is broken and stains of blood coated across the sharp edges. He met cobble once again, along with a thousand small shards of glass, a few twinkled and crinkled under the mass of his boots, causing him to pause.Their body stiffens, his lips turning downward in a frown.That was way louder than expected for some glass…..he looked around stiffly, everything went quiet as he strained his ears to the best of his ability and looked around from where he stood, his head swinging from one direction to the next. His hair really didn't do him any favor…how did he survive so long with it, again? Suddenly, he turns around, the sickle nearly flying in the air as his hand tightly clung to the object bringing it to the air right at shoulder length with a heap of strength.….So that's how he’d survive… His eyes narrowed before him, brows raised in amusement.There, laying on the ground, mixed with filth and glass and loose pebbles of stone, laid a freshly decapitated zombie, its head a few inches away from its body. The gender couldn't be determined through the mass of grease and blood that was sticky to its body, but tons of wounds could still be seen. They looked pretty young, but Amarr couldn't really bring himself to feel bad as his eyes traced the sickly skin and the gaping wounds where gaping chunks of flesh could be seen. The body convulses suddenly, causing Amar to hastily step back, more out of caution than fear, but eventually the body settles back down again, though the movement causes the pores and even the wounds to begin to leak deep nearly black blood to ooze out.. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell just how thick it was, as it meddled with the stone and glass.. Amar’s flesh itched with unease, as the corpse laid there, something about it was just...unnerving, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable occasionally.Soon enough he turns his attention to his sickle, dripping with the thick blood easily and messily falling to the ground. He always had quite the strong reflex, whether it was because of how clumsy he used to be when he was younger, or just an afterthought, or maybe something he achieved through his constant training and focus was unknown to him.. Of course he still had to be careful, but being quick on his feet has saved him greatly a few times in the past year from attacks. It was getting too far for comfort now though…so without another thought, he looked back towards the door….And he walks into the mall.STOPAmar stops swiftly in his steps, as a brave voice calls out to him. He couldn't tell if it was male or female, as it rumbled slightly through the empty- or… nearly empty building. Suddenly he notices the figure, starting at the person in slight surprise from underneath his hair, eyes hidden as always. He’d never need another human so close before...he was nearly in awe.Nearly.But he straightens up and recovers from the shock of it, starting at the head of the gun. He holds tightly onto his sickle, pondering his next move…before relaxing his grip and dangling his weapon with a single finger, dancing along the curved metal that was the handle..he raises his head in an odd way, before tilting it up at. “I'm Amar, AColeen... You are...?” He trails off, his body tenses for a second before releasing the tenseness… He had to play his cards right, especially since he’d bought a knife(well…sickle.) to a gunfight.He takes a few calming breaths until he is completely calm..his eyes starting at the other person from his thick hair.STOPAmar raises a brow, though the other person couldn't see it. He didn't dare protest or try to defend himself, instead he kept his head raised, letting out a soft hum. The interest instantly died down from him as he reminded himself that this was simply another person, like finding a needle in a haystack, yet...he didn't feel like that was the case. Just another person, with their own worries and trust issues..”No, feel free to check me, but I would like the same certainty if that were to happen.” he says plainly, a small frown playing on his lips. His eyes traced back to the weapon, wondering just how many bullets the survivor had on them.“You're staying here for the night.” He mumbles aloud, not quite a question but not quite anything else. “I will be as well.” He declares with a slight nod, he wasn't open for any disagreements..yet he didn't really have the social skills to communicate, which seemed the same for the other person…STOPAmar gives an amused sound, not quite a laugh or chuckle though. He'd expect at least the tiniest protest, yet there was none. He glances at the head of their gun again, before looking back at the person through hidden eyes. Eventually, he looks away to settle down. He drops his sickle lazily to the ground, kicking it slightly away from him, it wouldn't hurt to make the other feel slightly more comfortable at the very least. He sits down and opens his bag idly, the ground was cold, and the marble was worn away in several places if not the whole floor, traces of dried blood was everywhere, as well as glass and bloodstained items of those who used to own them.Upon opening the leathery carrier, he takes out a few items; A cloth half his size, a few small dried pieces of meat, lukewarm water, and a few other items including a flashlight. He’d like to prepare in case anything happens on such a misty night, especially coupled with his horrible sight. He popped a few of the meat chunks in his mouth, and took a chug of water…truth be told he hadn't eaten anything all-day. He tried his best not to mind his temporary companion, in case they didn't want to be bothered or annoyed..yet he couldn't help but spare a couple of glances their way every now and then, he might not enjoy interaction, or like other people…but he couldn't deny that this was an interesting encounter.
It was an awkward silence for a while, the only sound was the faint song of crickets and a distant hum and crackle of old electric cables, as they both minded their business.STOPHis head perks up, unsuspecting at the sudden chatter. He looks at the other individual with a small confused frown placing his lips, are they starting conversation? He scratches his head slightly, before tilting it to the side allowing for a brief deafening silence to pass over them before speaking up. “Ah…well you know.” he starts with an uncertain look, he didn't really talk much even before this whole ordeal so.. “Not really to be honest, if that was the case I would have left during the day, I would have gone much further than this.”He was rather blunt but the aura around him shifts slightly as if he had suddenly been succumbed by a heat of nerve, far from shy but also far from relaxed. “Oh but yeah you know, I had to move from my original hideout, so I was scouting the area.” He says stiffly before clearing his throat looking away “you?” he asks, trying to deflect from himself, feeling as if that would make him more comfortable.
Example 2
STOP= the end of each of MY replies
(Please keep in mind that this is an older roleplay, I have improved.)“AUGHHH!” Came an annoyed voice, followed by what seemed like hundreds of papers fluttering in the air, as a lazy arm shoves them off a dusty desk. The room is dim, the only light source is a puny window, which barely allows any light into the rundown room… at least enough light for Amar, who was watching his father, to see clearly.
“None of this is what I asked for, damnit!” Came the aggressor's voice..his father. Amar shuffles uncomfortably but his appearance remains expressionless otherwise. He nods in agreement, although hesitantly. Raising his head high, his head tilting ever so slightly as if he were trying to get a good look at his father through his thick hair. “Agreed, father..i was sure to warn you of the cheap deal this information cost us-” He started, but his father glared at him, causing him to quickly quiet himself, nearly begrudgingly.It WAS true…He knew he’d warn his father, multiple times…this wasn't the first time this happened after all..yet his father never listened.“Look” Amar starts, crouching down on his knees to grab the papers off the ground..his hands tightening around a few loose sheets, causing them to wrinkle. “Why don't I go myself, we both know how useless our guardsmen can be, without you or I to command them every step of the way…” he says with a hasty sigh, standing up with all the papers in hand. “I need the experience anyways…since I'll be king one day…” he doesn't sound amused, as he talked…rather it seemed more like he was using a ticket, to make a point.
And he did make a good point..what was a king without proper experience after all?
Amar’s father falters, looking baffled, staring down at his son. He raises a brow, as if calculating..but suddenly he shakes his head, grabbing the papers out of Amar’s hands.“No, end of discussion.” The king said, with a ‘Don't even try to defy me.’ glare.”You are already….strong enough as is..” He mumbles looking at Amar’s dragonish features with a slight hint of disgust which causes Amar to scowl.‘Not this again…’ the young man thought to himself, yet he just glares at his father through his thick hair, before turning away, his hands curtly behind his back.”Very well thenFather, I will leave it to you...” He says with a business-like tone, but internally he was already preparing himself and planning.STOPAmar was alone now, far above ground this time compared to his and his father’s hideaway bunker. He sat in his room silently, looking down below at the ground, sitting fearlessly in the thick hole which was his window that separated his room from the sky and even the ground far below. Today was a decent day, albeit gloomy, it was to be expected with the upcoming season of August.‘I'm tired of being in this old boring room...’ he thinks to himself, his eyes trained on a few commoners his age. ‘At least give me something to work on…old man can't even do that…’ he closes his eyes slightly, feeling the wind blow against him and his hair, tickling his face..in a teasing manner, almost calling him. He stays there, his eyes closed before he decided.“It’ll be tonight, I will set off for sea….” He opens his eyes, before getting out of the window and back fully into his room to begin packing.…paper, envelopes, ink, leather, cloth….he manages to put most of the basics in a handy bag of his, though he stays mindful and doesn't pack more than needed. Suddenly a maid walks in, Gabriel…a common butler of Amar’s. The prince turns around and looks at the decently dressed butler, like most wearing nothing less than exceptional in the eyes of a simple commoner. Gabriel looks off duty though, because he plops on Amar’s bed with a huff..looking at the bag.“Don't ask,” Amar says quickly with a harsh tone, not caring if he came off as mean….he didn't have to explain himself to him….and he didn't want to, so he didn't. Gabriel nods, but is unable to hide his curiosity, he lays flat in the bed, looking up at Amar. “Busy tonight I'm guessing.” He says with one perfectly raised ginger brow.Amar doesn't even cast Gabriel a glance “Forget about that night, quite trying with me.” He says, taking in a deep breath and letting a frustrated one out..he didn't have time for this silly thing called communication it's just easier...no...prefered, if he and Gabriel forgot about it.The young butler doesn't look too amused. “Why?” he hides his face in his hands, feeling nervous, yet Amar still doesn't glance at him. “Because, it meant nothing, now leave my ro,” he says with a slight frown, feeling a little bad, but honestly he could care less....so he had to play the part. Gabriel sits up, staring at Amar deeply “It means nothing? We’ve been friends for so long-” he started anger starting to slip through his voice, but Amar cuts him off. “Friends. Your confession meant nothing to me, at all, I only view you as a friend.” Amar’s voice was blank, this was so unnecessary….he had a goal right now, he didn't need to talk about feelings…and stuff like that..things that made him feel…so soft and mushy.It would do no good in battle.Or with his studies…It would cause more arguments with his dad, and he didn't like his dad, or the arguments…arguments led to…bad things and he liked to stay away from bad things….even though what he was going to do could cause one…the pros outweighed the cons here…so it would be worth it, right?“Go make yourself useful and fetch me some dried food, raisins, jerky, almonds, whatever the sort, as long as I can preserve it, got it?” He says, Gabriel scoffs and gets up, walking towards the door. “Wait-” Amar starts, frowning. Gabriel pauses and loons towards the prince. “No….like….milk items or anything…okay? Also, no peanuts, any other nuts would do,” he says, waving his hand in a shooting motion, focusing back on his packing and planning already, as if Gabriel had already left…The Butler muttered something before walking off defeated and upset- to do as told.STOPEventually, Amar’s things were ready and he was all packed….now all he had to do was get a ride, preferably from one of the Noble steeds….they were overall faster and bred for the exact task at hand afterall..but Amar didn't have a copy of the key…but…..He pauses, looking at Gabriel who seemed in a foul mood, leaning against the castle wall with his arms crossed, looking as if someone had stolen his share for the day. Amar internally rolled his eyes.‘I really don't have time to sugarcoat anything….i have something actually important to do…more important than my studies..’ he thought to himself, he didn't particularly care if he was being rude to his childhood friend, this was important, and things with Gabriel have been all but smooth lately…especially with Gabriel’s confession.‘What was he thinking? He knows me, he knows that…i…dont do relationships, or feelings….! Hell when I get a queen to crown it will be strictly business! Things like this….are useless!’ He couldn't help but feel even more stressed suddenly, it was more internal thank goodness he knew how to manage a mask…He glances at Gabriel, okay…enough internal dialogue. “Give me the key,” he says, raising his head high, he held his hand out. Gabriel looked down at Amar, with a raised brow…it was a little demeaning though done without any misgivings and not out of spite.…..But Amar didn't like being looked down upon, especially literally.Ugh….he was quite grumpy today himself, that would have to be dealt with after this matter…WJQODJUEIDJFUTAmar took a deep breath in, as he made his way west on foot. He’d decidedly gone slowly, as the darkness crept in slowly, his vision getting progressively worse… Curse the one who thought giving him thick hair would do wonders in his lifetime….maybe he should cut some off….or something, it wouldn't be useful for battle.Ha, he’d like to see himself on the field! Like a withering snake in between the talons of a fervent hawk...Thats the good his hair would do him.. Maybe he SHOULD cut it?His Dragonoid tail swayed slightly, pushing against the greenery and dirt underneath him, as he began thinking silently, getting quite lost in thought..it was a decent length away, the stables, and he wasn't in much of a rush at this point..he still had to think about his plan.But..what would he do exactly? Draw his sword toward the captain with ease? But what then? What happens if they meet… earlier? Of course he was well-trained, and a dragon shifter, but things could always go wrong, and he couldn't just transform mid-battle, and he can't walk around as a dragon either..Maybe he was too rash in this decision.He’d always cared about bringing justice, quite like a dog would his owner, Though Amar wasn't even half as obedient. He was the kind of dog that would run outside unleashed and without any willingness from his owner, just to come back with a dead rodent or too…maybe some crops from a neighboring garden if he was feeling extra nice.He didn't like being obedient by definition, it was like a thin silky strand of syrup in between the fingers, a constant bother..a not-so-friendly taste of the tongue..something that gathered dirt and filth and yet something that could easily go unnoticed if you often rushed breakfast time to go back to your studies.Finally, he reached the royal stables, the wood a gray-blue Mahoe, with nice cobblestone and gold accents that matched the theme perfectly. The structure was overall built like a bridge, evenly sturdy with spacious rows of stables, each horse a color of Grey to a beautiful dirt brown.Amar walks in, being met with the smell of wood, hay, and everything horses to say the least…The dragon shifter walks into the stables, the keys in his grasp as he glances at each horse..none of them really caught his attention. One would either be too short (Projection at it's finest, though he’d never admit such.) or simply be too noticeable for his taste…until he passed right in front of the last stable.The horse’s head was nowhere in sight, as it bent down in front of the gate before it to nibble on a few loose strands of hay, though when the horse lazily picked its head up, still chewing the hay, it takes an indifferent glance at Amar, as if the horse knew right away that he’d do no harm.The horse's coat was short and delicate looking, yet it’s muscles were strong and tense with every movement it took. The coat was a simple dirt brown, followed by a few darker markings, including a simple blaze and simple half-stocking markings on nearly every hoof beside its left front..“You will do….” Amar says, mumbling to himself as he looks down and begins to go on and get the appropriate key for said stable.STOPIt had gotten a bit too dark for Amar, the sky glittering with small pearls that were the stars…so with a hesitant thought, he decided to hold back, until tomorrow at the very least. He had no problem sitting in a corner just outside the stable of his steed and he did just that, in all honesty the dirt didn't bother him attire-wise, which was rare for a royal, especially for his status, though he did have to constantly pluck a few loose strands of hay that somehow snuck between the thick scales that was his tail. He opens his black-red ombre leather pouch, revealing a hard-covered book. He looks at it heartily, the glow the touches brought illumined the thick cool black cover in a warming sensation all the more.Upon opening it, a page the color of pale yellow tinge was revealed..it was a random page, just something to pass the time. Neat and slightly cursive handwriting was what was revealed on the thick page a few sketches accommodated the page as well highlighting certain things written in the page he’d chosen by chance. It was nearly always like this with him, when he wasn't working he was reading…and if he couldn't read well he was baking, or maybe even journaling..he always had to be busy, doing something, or else things would go wrong, being unbusy was unjust, lazy even….he hated lazy, that was for sure.It felt like a projection of his earlier years to be frank, he could never really have a breather for himself, he always had to prove himself…but now that he had, he couldn't just…not work anymore, even after proving his father wrong, he was just unable to do nothing.‘Another reason…i have to do this.’ he reminded himself internally with a harsh huff.Eventually it gets too dark for reading, and he sets his book aside before getting a cloth from his bag and lays his head for the night. In the morning he is awoken by the sound of morning birds. He lets out a slight groan, a single ear twitching as the melody continues..Sitting up with a quick wipe of his eyes he looks outside…”Hmmmm…alright..” he murmurs to himself, his voice hoarse in tune. He doesn't sit for another moment and gets up to get on with his day, eating a recently baked loaf of pandemain with jam, humming a tune. Once finished he grabs himself a sip, before unlocking the stable with the horse..he’d always been able to get along with animals well, besides birds…they were nice from afar, but usually they would peck the ever-living shit out of him if he got too close...but still it was almost as if he was breaking a wall barrier between animal and human…though then again he already had done that by being both beast and man..nonetheless.He gets the horse settled, giving it a brush through the mane with his nails, which seemed to please the domesticated animal before taking off on horseback..it was around mid-afternoon when he had taken off, and maybe around thirty minutes passed before he was met with the outskirts of the village. He takes a deep breath, signaling the horse to stop. Once stilled, he stared at the entrance, this would all be his one day..yet people still looked at him like he was a freak of nature, it was annoying how they were already staring at him..but he had no time to digress.. He gave the signal for the horse to continue, his head raised high as he did so, unwilling to show any nervousness to his people.His only wish was that he had worn something more discreet, something less obvious that he was of power…he was sure to stick out like a sore thumb..and this hurt his ego badly, how did he forget about something so simple? Well…he’d just have to pray, since he didn't leave the area around the castle as much, not much of everyone knew he was the prince…no they’d find out much later when he was crowned..hopefully this pirate he was seeking knew nothing of his face.STOPEverything was like a flash for Amar, one moment him and his steed had been patrolling around the busy folk of the town, the next, his eyes locked with deep red ones..they were unmistakable, but he hadn't registered it fully until the vampire had shot away…this caused him to rush into action, forcing the course into an uncomfortable sprint in the crowd. Multiple people screamed their displeasure in both anger, fear, and discomfort, afraid to be trampled, yet Amar didn't give them a single glance. His eyes locked on his target in thin daylight slits, his vision darkened slightly, as if Letifer was the only thing he could see. He let out a frustrated growl, not much different from a feral dragon…yet at the same time his lips curled down in pain as a burst of fire lined his throat, but he knew better than to let it out near so much lumber and flammable objects such as clothing.He let go of the rein, his nails instead seeping deep into the horse’s shoulders, as he steadied himself..the horse cried in pain, running faster. But not fast enough, as Letifer ran the roof of multiple buildings. Suddenly he leapt from his steed, causing more outcry. The loose horse didn't stop its sprint though, running in the same direction, causing pools of people jumping out the way to prevent getting hurt. Yet Amar's eyes were still trained on Letifer, he wouldn't let him get away, he landed on the side of a cobbled house, his boots and nails clinging to exposed stone and he began swiftly climbing, and not a second later he was on top of the roof. His eyes locked in on the back of letifer’s head, and he sprinted forward, he was fast, but not quite as fast as a vampire, so he had to focus, and push himself..Continuous
Example 3
STOP= the end of each of MY replies
(Please keep in mind that this is an older roleplay, I have improved.)Krasivaya flinched at her harsh tone, staring at her in silence and idly listening to what she said. She didn't seem to believe the next words that left her mouth and instead focused on how she hissed in anger, it was always her fault that things ended up being ruined.. She looked down as the pain in her stomach continued, lashing her tail out slightly as she fought back more tears. She blew it and now Ursula probably hated her too, maybe she just wanted to get as far away from her as possible and is only staying because she felt like she had too.. She thought she was nice but she only ended up yelling at her too and it troubled her greatly, she slowly scooted towards a corner of the cave quietly with little struggle just to curl up in the tiniest ball ever as she reflected on everything she’d been through. Maybe Alina was right about people never liking her ever again after they left the kingdom, she’d only face horrible encounters afterward but it wasn't fair.. She never did anything to hurt anyone but yet she will never find someone who will actually love or comfort her.. “Stop whining like a dragonet just because someone yelled at you! My fucking- you're so annoying with your crybaby trauma. No one cares.” Alina grumbled with a low hiss “No one will ever love you either, I’ll make sure of it.. so it's best to quit thinking about something so dumb. Toughen up and stop fucking crouching, I know you're taller than her, you can intimidate her easily.” she mumbled with a huff- before she finally stop hurting the poor dragon.STOPShe had lost any remains of her appetite, she didn't want to eat and would rather starve herself.. It's not like she didn't deserve to be starved but also it was simply not the time to eat. That being said she just stayed put with a barely audible no thanks. She knew she was being sensitive and a baby but she couldn't help it, she just felt horrible.. All of the emotions on her shoulders again just like yesterday when it had happened. She began to drill small holes in the ground with her talons, making the ground seem like nothing but pure dirt instead of gravel and stone as she attempted the distract herself from the dull pain and the horrible taste in her mouth. She knew that with Alina was this mad it would only be a matter of time before she tried to forcefully take control again... She knew that the voice inside of her head was hiding the fact that they were still exhausted from the massacre and it made things a bit easier but with enough motivation she could still overpower her. She knew she’d have to do something about Ursula before then but she was aware that the dragon wouldn't believe her and instead- think she was mentally ill.STOPShe wouldn't react once she realized that Ursula had left, instead she stayed and sulked around for a bit longer, she was a bit used to being alone and now wasn't any different.. She started until she couldn't handle the smell anymore or the thought of being in the same space of it so she slowly made her way up and began to limp out of the cave, whimpering whenever she moved too fast which caused her stomach to shoot sore jolts of pain everywhere. The rain has calmed down but she was only glad that it was no longer thundering as her fear of loud and sudden sounds certainly didn't enjoy it..the water was refreshing against her scales against her scales and the scent filled her senses. It was quite comfortable being outside and it made her feel a bit better, she found a spot near the face where the sun was showing so that she wasn't completely cold before stretching and laying flat against the lush grass and flowers that really made her silver-colored scales stand out. She exhaled a short huff while her body began to shut down slowly into a much needed slumber.STOPKrasivaya flinched when she suddenly heard the dragon near, the sleep quickly fading away and instead turned into deep sadness with the comment that Ursula said but soon gave a small smile, trying to be respectful. It was rather forced but she did it anyway “I'm sorry, I always mess these things up but I will try not to cry again..” she said obediently before looking down at the fish, her smile faltered before looking back at the dragon, “I said I wasn't hungry.. Please don't make me.” she whispered, turning her head away from the fish and laying it down once again. Force-feeding was the worst- especially with recent events and she can't sure what Ursula could or would do to her.. Still she refused to be rude or fight back. She instead tried to go back asleep, at least then she can let all her emotions out in said dream and not have to worry about disappointing anyone.STOP
