10-16-2009, 07:45 PM
[html]Yay Rurik! Sorry I am slow. b:
As he walked Gotham imagined he was walking back in time, the grunge on the stone walls disappearing to reveal rock chopped straight from the cliffs, the tarnished weapons on the wall becoming shiny again. He imagined that in the distance he could hear a bustle in the dining hall, and the clash of swords ringing out from the courtyard. A smile crossed his face and he hopped along happily, eager to see the feast or a young page sparring with his mentor for practice. One day when the pup was able to shift he would be able to handle a sword, as well, and maybe he could practice with Auntie Ember to get really good at it.
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As he walked Gotham imagined he was walking back in time, the grunge on the stone walls disappearing to reveal rock chopped straight from the cliffs, the tarnished weapons on the wall becoming shiny again. He imagined that in the distance he could hear a bustle in the dining hall, and the clash of swords ringing out from the courtyard. A smile crossed his face and he hopped along happily, eager to see the feast or a young page sparring with his mentor for practice. One day when the pup was able to shift he would be able to handle a sword, as well, and maybe he could practice with Auntie Ember to get really good at it.
He was quite wrapped up in his little fantasy, and as the Cool Prince, heir to the throne, he strutted down the corridor. The voice of another was unexpected, and he skittered forward a few steps when the disturbance reached his ears, his hackles raising slightly. It was a friendly noise, though, and Gotham regained his composure, mentally scolding himself for behaviour that was utterly uncharacteristic of a Cool Prince. With a wide grin to make up for his initial impression, he nodded curtly and said, "Hi!" Of course, the boy couldn't help but notice that the other wore a sword, kept up much more nicely than the few he had seen within the castle, and he commented upon that immediately, "Nice sword!"