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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:42 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSong Gypsy - Shakira
Broke my heart on the road
Spent the weekend sewing the pieces back on
Crayons and dolls pass me by
Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly
Not the homecoming kind
Take the top off, and who knows what you might find
Won't confess all my sins
You can bet I'll try it, but you can't always win
'Cause I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me
Never made agreements just like a gypsy
And I won't back down 'cause life's already bit me
And I won't cry, I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy, 'cause I'm a gypsy
I can't hide what I've done
Scars remind me of just how far that I've come
To whom it may concern
Only run with scissors when you want to get hurt
'Cause I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me
I don't make agreements just like a gypsy
And I won't back down 'cause life's already bit me
I won't cry, I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy
And I say, hey you, you're no fool
If you say no, ain't it just the way life goes
People fear what they don't know
Come along for the ride, oh, yeah
Come along for the ride, ooh
'Cause I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me
Never made agreements just like a gypsy
And I won't back down 'cause life's already bit me
And I won't cry, I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy Table of Contents ✫ Song ✫ Story ✫ Rules ✫ Profiles
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:02 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxStory This is a classic "Prince and Pauper" story, right? Wrong. This is the story of a prince and the newfound love for the sly little nomadic girl he discovers. This prince hadn't experienced the outside world before. Typical. When he finally does get the chance to get out of the palace, however, he encounters the gypsies. Gypsies are nomads and outcasts. Coming in contact with them is terrible, especially for a prince. He tries to leave, but how can he leave when he is in the company of such a beautiful gypsy girl? He can't tear his eyes away from her. She, being the mischievous gypsy that she is, flirts and toys with his heart before leaving with whatever riches she can escape with. After this whole ordeal is over, he finds himself unable to shake the memory of the gypsy from his mind and decides to chase her, no matter what society says. She, on the other hand, can't seem to rid herself of the fact that she may be killed for even daring to lay a finger on the prince.
Will this love prevail? Is it just a simple crush that the prince can shake? Will the gypsy survive? That's for us to determine and the readers to find out.Table of Contents ✫ Song ✫ Story ✫ Rules ✫ Profiles
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:15 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRules ✔ Follow Gaia ToS
✔ No Godmodding. That's just boring. I like flavor!
✔ Romance encouraged, but let's keep this stuff PG-16 I guess. No fooling around will be tolerated. Time skips are okay.
✔ I am the goddess of the RP. Just sayin'. Bow down, peasants.
✔ If you are not either me or DEVIL, you may NOT post here. I will delete your posts. You may, however, read along with this RP. That's always fun! Stalking people and stuff!
✔ I don't really know what else to put for the rules, so let me just make it clear. Do things that are pretty morally correct, I guess. Other than those boring points, have fun! Table of Contents ✫ Song ✫ Story ✫ Rules ✫ Profiles
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 6:05 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxProfiles [size=9][i][color=color1]"(How the character would greet someone)"[/color][/i][/size]
[align=center][img](Anime Picture of Character)[/img][/align]
[align=right][size=9][i][color=color1]"(Something the character would say)"[/color][/size][/i][/align]
[align=right][color=color2][b]Well, hello. I don't understand how you can't possibly know me, but my name is:[/b] (Name)[/color]
[color=color1][b]I have blown out[/b] (Age) [b]candles in my life so far.[/b][/color]
[color=color2][b]Sometimes I put on a front, but this is how I truly am:[/b] (Personality)[/color]
[color=color1][b]You want to know my life story? Are you serious? That's a bit intrusive, but if you must know... [/b] (Biography, about a paragraph long or so)[/color][/align]
[color=color2][b]Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme![/b]
✓ Likes
✓ Likes
✓ Likes
✓ Likes
✓ Likes (Feel free to add more)[/color]
[color=color1][b]*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you![/b]
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✗ Dislikes (Feel free to add more)[/color]
[color=color2][b]Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now:[/b] (Any other relevant information about the character)[/color]
[color=color1][b]The tune running through my head all day:[/b] (Favorite song or song that's relevant to the character)[/color]
[color=color2][b]Maybe I'm just crazy, but I feel like someone's controlling me:[/b] (Username)[/color]
[align=center][size=9][i][color=color1]"(Some lyrics from song stated above)"[/color][/i][/size][/align] "Well, hello there, stranger." "I'm a thief? Of course not! I just pick up my resources from wherever I find them and run! That's hardly thievery." Well, hello. I don't understand how you can't possibly know me, but my name is: Fiala Gizelle Pospisil.
I have blown out 18 candles in my life so far.
Sometimes I put on a front, but this is how I truly am: Sneaky and sly, I tend to be quite the untrustworthy little gypsy girl. I tend to seduce men and... ahem... take resources from them while they are in their love-drunk state. However, that's just the way I was brought up. However, when I'm not trying to get money, I'm not that bad a person. I'm a regular girl. I like romance, dancing and singing in the rain, and I have feelings. I can be kind when I want to be. Sometimes, I'm generous. And I'm always courageous. It takes true courage to get riches to give to the poorest people, what with your life at risk.
You want to know my life story? Are you serious? That's a bit intrusive, but if you must know... I was born into a gypsy family, obviously. Therefore, no one liked me. Well, no one that wasn't a gypsy. All the gypsies adored me, especially the males. Well, what's not to love about me? Anyways, my family hasn't really treated me the best... I have kind of an abusive father, a spineless mother, and two younger siblings, one brother, one sister. My brother, Milos, is only two years younger than I am, while my sister, Nadezda, is five years younger than I am. We try to avoid my father, especially when he's drunk and mad. I like spending time with my friends and flirting with all guys of all classes, regardless if their gypsies or very upper class. Who cares? It's flirting! Anyways, I'm pretty okay with my life. I would prefer different parents, but other than that, my life isn't too much of a struggle... well, I risk my life to get money for everyone, but that's not much trouble, considering how sultry I am... according to men, that is. I wouldn't really know. Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Romance
✓ Wealth/Money/Jewels
✓ Nature
✓ Traveling
✓ Dancing *Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ The police
✗ The cold
✗ Anything against nature
✗ Abuse (Especially from Father)
✗ Death Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: I can't be trusted entirely. Hardly, actually. Just don't trust me entirely until I reach the point that I can trust you. Oh, and if I go unresponsive, it's my father's fault. I thought I'd just let you know. The tune running through my head all day: Gypsy - Shakira Maybe I'm just crazy, but I feel like someone's controlling me: Eva-Aisha-Luv "Won't confess all my sins. You can bet I'll try it, but you can't always win..." "Yawn... I am bored of you, move on." "Always give me what I want, or you will pay." Well, hello. I don't understand how you can't possibly know me, but my name is: Dominicus Tyler Paulsen
I have blown out Twenty candles in my life so far.
Sometimes I put on a front, but this is how I truly am: Cocky, full of himself, snooty, always thinks heis better than others whenever he thinks its right to bring it up. He is stuck up, rude, harsh, cruel, mean, and a bit forceful at times.
You want to know my life story? Are you serious? That's a bit intrusive, but if you must know... Dominicius was born the only son of Queen Incen, his mother, and his step father named Hetcho. His mother was about twenty three when she had Dominicus. Dominicus was abused by his step father and it began to make him very harsh as he grew up. Being the Prince made him think that he could get everything he wanted with just a snap of his fingers. He is full of himself and never cares to get to know anyone else but himself. By the time Dominicus was sixteen his mother passed away. Dominicus knew she had gotten very ill but didn't understand how. She was a very healthy woman. His step father had gotten remarried when Dominicus was eighteen, and he has lived two hard years. He hasn't seen anything outside of the Palace. He was told it was a terrible place and he deserved nothing of the stupid people that live about the city, so he never dared to lurke out. Until now that is... Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Riches
✓ Money
✓ Riding his horse
✓ Music
✓ Books *Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Bad food
✗ Step Father
✗ Being abused
✗ Not getting what he wants
✗ Practically being locked in the palace Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: He wishes he wasn't a Prince sometimes. The tune running through my head all day: Gives You Hell by All American Rejects Maybe I'm just crazy, but I feel like someone's controlling me: XxDEVIL-from-HEAVENxX "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Table of Contents ✫ Song ✫ Story ✫ Rules ✫ Profiles
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 8:05 pm
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:45 pm
"I'm a thief? Of course not! I just pick up my resources from wherever I find them and run! That's hardly thievery." ∞☼♥Fiala Gizelle Pospisil♥☼∞  POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST
Fiala is doing something. "Silence, everybody! Fiala is talking!" Fiala is thinking...
Someone else is doing something. "Shut up! Someone else is talking!" Someone else is thinking...
"Won't confess all my sins...
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You can bet I'll try it, but you can't always win..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 10:18 pm
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
⊰ ☯ ⊱ "Ⓐlways give me what I want, or you will pay." ⊰ ☯ ⊱Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Dominicus let a shallow breath escape from his thin, pale lips. His face showed no interest as his step-father spoke. Sitting at the table across from his father, he had a fork in his right hand and he was picking at the food on his plate. She sneered softly as his step-father spoke to him. “Well, I really don’t care how old I am, I don’t need a wife to be King!” He raised his voice slightly, but a little after his step-mother had shushed him. His step-mother was named Illiana, she was a beautiful woman, kind, sweet, caring. Dominicus did not understand why she would want to be with his terrible step-father. He laughed coldly and then rose from his seat. “You have no right to speak to me that way~! I am twenty, I know my age! Eleven is how you act!” He slammed his fork down onto the table angrily, turned his body and walked away, practically throwing the chair off to the side as he walked away, showing he was very angry. He grunted as he took a step outside. The fresh air did go into his nose, filling him with a bit of happiness now. Dominicus calmed just slightly. His pale blue eyes looked up at the sky that was full of white beautiful clouds. A thin smile began to form across his face. “A perfect day to go riding.” He muttered quietly to himself.
He looked around the area quickly. He closed the doors to the Palace, he jogged down the stairs. He rounded left at a corner and headed for the stables. A grin came across his face as he stepped into the hay smell. He took in a deep breath. Soon he heard the clomps of a horses hooves against the ground. He nodded over at his horse he had named Tator. An odd name for a horse you say? Well, Dominicus had the right to name his horse whatever he wished. He then moved to the right, he grabbed a few things before moving to Tator’s stall. He grunted a bit at the saddle. It was a bit heavy, but Dominicus showed that he didn’t have much troubles carrying it around. Dominicus had a well toned body, a nice six pack, pretty thin, muscle, but not too much muscle to look disgusting, but just enough to look good enough for a females taste. Though he kept his appearance looking good due to all the balls that are thrown in the Palace or the ones he goes to. His step-father is trying to pressure him into finding a suitable princess for him to marry, but he doesn’t care at all. “Come on Tator~” He said as he put the saddle onto Tator and then the reigns and a few more things. He led Tator out of the stall then out of the stables a few minutes after. Once out, Dominicus climbed up onto Tator and another grin formed across his face. “Yah~” He got out and soon enough he got Tator going. He laughed some, the wind blew through his hair and parts of his clothes, making him feel very light and he enjoyed it greatly. Soon enough, Dominicus and Tator were heading for the city. The area he was told never to step foot in because of its dangers…╔══════════════╗
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 10:43 pm
"I'm a thief? Of course not! I just pick up my resources from wherever I find them and run! That's hardly thievery." ∞☼♥Fiala Gizelle Pospisil♥☼∞ It was a typical day out in the city. The gypsy caravans were parked in the fields of deep green grass and honey colored grain. The sky had been torn out of a painting, what with its beautiful sky blue hues and the puffy perfection of the clouds. The sun shone brightly. Yes, it was a beautiful day to be outside. And outside was exactly where Fiala was.
Fiala, standing at about 5 feet 9 inches, was pretty tall for a gypsy... so tall, in fact, that she, like the men of the gypsies, had to duck and keep her head bent low to the ground in order to keep it from hitting the ceiling of the caravan. Usually, she would have remembered to duck, but who could focus on bending over when the day was as beautiful as today? Fiala, a daydreamer she could sometimes be called, seemed to find the beauty in everything, so even the most normal of days, like today, seemed to catch her attention and send her into a daze. Because of this daze, however, she knocked her head into the doorway, causing the caravan to quiver and rattle on its wheels. Thankfully, her father was out gathering grain, so he couldn't have seen her at her klutziest.
Rubbing her forehead, which had turned slightly red in the center, Fiala decided not to go inside the caravan. What was the need? It was such a beautiful day today. How could she not enjoy it? She skipped down the wooden steps of the caravan with an effortless glide before lying down on her back to gaze up at the sky. She kept one arm behind her head and the other draped across her thin stomach. It was disturbing how thin she was. The gypsies were scared that she was diseased, for she ate very large portions, but she would never gain a pound. This puzzled them, and they tried to feed her more. Their efforts were fruitless, however, and she remained. She wasn't skinny as in "anorexic skinny," anyways. She was slender, with a flat stomach and thin, lean arms and legs. This seemed to be one of the keys to her success. She could possibly seduce any male known to the human race. For the love of God, she could even cause her friends to get love-drunk off her beauty, which was exactly what was happening.
As soon as she had made a shape out of the cloud above her, her friend, Milan, seemed to appear above her. Smiling sweetly, she sat up and looked at him. "Hello, Milan," Fiala cooed, her eyelashes batting slightly. Milan could hardly respond. He had gone into the trance. His eyelids had drooped slightly, and the corners of his mouth had curled into a drunken smile. "I hope you realize that you're gorgeous, Fiala," he replied in a half-whisper. Fiala giggled and got up, stroked Milan's hair, and picked up her tan leather satchel from the side of the caravan. She had all of the materials she needed inside, and with them, she would go collect herself some wealth. She had the feeling that today would be a good day for seducing men. "Won't confess all my sins...
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 11:10 pm
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
⊰ ☯ ⊱ "Ⓐlways give me what I want, or you will pay." ⊰ ☯ ⊱Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Dominicus huffed out, he made Tator slow down when they were getting closer to the city. The houses were cute to say the least. Small, organized some of them were, messy the others, even some were completely bare. He looked around, raising an eyebrow slightly. He soon entered the city, he obviously looked to be royalty. A grinned came across his face as he saw a boy about twelve trying to steal an apple. “Stupid children~” He muttered under his breath, continuing on. He got looks from people, ignoring them as he went by. The sound of Tator’s hooves hitting the ground with each steps echoed through the streets a bit. He would look at some beautiful ladies and give a smile and a nod, but nothing more. Not even a simple hello would come from his mouth. None of these ladies deserved it, or so he thought. He let a huff escape his lips. Soon a little store caught his eyes. Sure, it wasn’t much, but he was curious. He moved Tator over, climbed off of him and to his feet. He took in a deep breath, his chest rising.
Dominicus stood to be six feet, seven inches. He was pretty tall, and he was mainly getting looks from some ladies. It was either because he was the Prince, or the looks. He gave a wink to a group of girls that kind of went crazy about the fact he winked at them. The girls walked off, talking about it. Dominicus laughed lightly to himself then he headed into the store. He looked over to see that the people that worked in it gave him weird looks. Someone quickly greeted him, bowing as they knew right away who he was. Dominicus gave a nod, he began to walk around. His thick boots made sounds against the floorboards with each step. He wore on a nice white top, and black pants. His shirt was tucked in and it was buttoned about halfway. He seemed to be interested in the littlest things in the small store. He gave a nod to the owner and then walked out. He grabbed Tator’s reigns and began to walk with him down the road. He looked around, he was interested in everything like a seven year old boy seeing a toy for the first time in his life that he actually LOVED! As he was walking, a girl that was slim and looked rather beautiful caught his eyes briefly, but he continued on anyways, not really showing any interest at all. He wasn’t looking for girls, especially one that lived outside of a Palace, just never meant to happen at all. He reached up, he then slid a hand through his hair, slicking it back a bit and he grinned towards a lady. Of course she squealed, the exact reaction he was expecting. He loved how women would go crazy over a smile or even a nod at the most! Tator snorted some, Dominicus looked at Tator and grinned. ”Shh~” Tator was acting a bit funny due to the new environment and the smell.╔══════════════╗
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 8:52 am
"I'm a thief? Of course not! I just pick up my resources from wherever I find them and run! That's hardly thievery." ∞☼♥Fiala Gizelle Pospisil♥☼∞ As soon as Fiana reached the city, the men just seemed to file in. She smirked at the fact that so many men wanted "a good time," especially the ones that she had seduced before. There were quite a few of them crowding around her. Were they really so stupid as to not realize that she had stolen their wealth? Oh, the stupidity of love-drunk men...
She continued walking through the city and attracting more men as she did so. Of course, Fiana didn't mean to. It was just the way she looked, not to mention the way gypsies dressed. She wore a white, cap-sleeved shirt that scrunched to the sides of her arms. They didn't even cover her shoulders, and, obviously, this caught the men's attention. On top of that shirt, she wore a tight corset... well, it would have been tight to most women, but this was the tightest it could fit on Fiana, and it never even gave her shortness of breath. From her pelvis to just above her ankles, she wore a long, flowing skirt that was lined with gold coins. Her ankles and wrists were adorned with slim gold bangles that jingled as she took a step or made even the slightest movement with her arms or hands.
At the moment, even though she liked the money that she received from the men, Fiana couldn't deal with the crowd of men around her. She couldn't breathe; what she needed was a fresh breath of air. Determined to get through, she pushed her way through the men and gasped as soon as she got out of that miserable bubble. Finally, some fresh air filled her lungs and she smiled. That was when she noticed a man walking with his horse.
He was looking at her, but he obviously wasn't interested. Fascinatingly enough, that man doesn't want my company! How intriguing... Fiana thought to herself as she began to walk towards the man. She was determined to get this man and his wealth, seeing as he must have been extremely rich. Who else was walking around with a horse? No one. Her steps were light and quick, hardly even making a *pat* *pat* *pat* sound on the slightly dusty ground. Soon enough, she reached him, pulling out a scarf that was misted with her sweet perfume and working her way behind him. "Well, hello there, stranger," she murmured close to his ear, starting off the whole routine normally. This was going to be a good one. "Won't confess all my sins...
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 9:30 am
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
⊰ ☯ ⊱ "Ⓐlways give me what I want, or you will pay." ⊰ ☯ ⊱Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Dominicus continued on walking. He grinned towards Tator. “Its okay boy~ Things will be just fine.” He saw a rather attractive girl and he nodded to her, teasing her by motioning her to come to him. She came towards him, but stopped, she was rather red. He looked up at the sky and a thin breath was released from his mouth. He reached up, slicking his hair back. His light brown hair was blowing back from the breeze that came towards him. He gripped the reigns tighter on Tator and then he cracked his neck. He then began to think of the slim, pale girl with blue hair. She was attractive, but didn’t seem to be the type of girl he would want to have around. Sure some of these girls are attractive, but none of them are allowed to even get too close to him, not even a hug unless she was some sort of Princess or something. As he walked he didn’t hear anyone come up to him, but he was able to feel the presence of someone behind him, anyone could sense something that simple. He looked over his shoulder, he rolled his eyes. “Do you mind? Trying to walk here, I don’t wish to be bothered.” He looked forward. She did have a pretty whispering voice, but he had no time for women. They just seemed to be good for one thing, and one thing only. I am sure you know what that means.
He let a cold laugh escape from his pale lips. His light brown hair covered his eyes, who did this girl think she was? Coming up and talking to him, even bothering him. He looked around. He then smirked and winked at a girl passing. She gasped, dropping what she had in her hands, she ran up to him, actually giving him a hug, just stopping him in his tracks. Dominicus seemed to be ignoring the presence of the young female behind him, if she was even there anymore. He grinned and gave the female a pat that was hugging him and wouldn’t let go.
“Prince Dominicus! I love you!” She exclaimed in a cute voice. She was thin, adorable, and had amazing green eyes. She was a light tan color and was rather short. She would be able to rest her head against his ribcage. He was also very tall, being over six feet tall made others seem very short. Her brown hair was long, down to her waist and she had a very cute, child-like face that made her look young.
Dominicus had to admit, this was one very pretty young lady. He knew if his step-father were to see this, this female would get hurt. Sure Dominicus was cold and cruel, but somewhere he had a heart… Some where under the cold, mean heart he has now at least. He then made her leg go. “Okay, run along now.” He said, as if she were a child. This made her frown and walk away. Dominicus couldn’t help but to laugh at her reaction.╔══════════════╗
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 9:57 am
"I'm a thief? Of course not! I just pick up my resources from wherever I find them and run! That's hardly thievery." ∞☼♥Fiala Gizelle Pospisil♥☼∞ Fiala was extremely surprised by his reaction to her, but was determined to get her prey. She silently followed him, moving slowly so her bangles would reveal her. If only I hadn't worn these today! she thought to herself, mentally whipping herself. She continued to follow him, keeping close to his horse. Although she knew that the horse was capable of hurting her, she had a way with animals. She gently petted his neck and spoke in a hushed tone to the animal. "Hello there, boy. I hope you don't mind me petting you. It's okay. I won't hurt you." Grinning, she continued to walk behind the man, but was again being chased by the men who wanted her.
Fiala stopped upon seeing the cutesy little girl that had made her way to this "Prince Dominicus." At first, she was scared that this girl would take away her prey, but smirked when she saw how puny she was. Plus, this prince didn't seem to want that peasant girl either. However, his reaction to the cute little girl was a lot less harsh than it had been with Fiala, and this made her slightly angered. As soon as the girl walked away, Fiala assumed the position once more except that she had switched to his other ear.
"Well, stranger, I don't wish to bother you. In fact, I'm here for just the opposite. I can serve you well. I can give you what no other woman can... PURE DESIRE..." Her hands went to the back of his neck and slowly ran down his back. She again assumed the position on his opposite side, her scarf draped across his torso. She grabbed the ends to hold him back against her, and she murmured in his ear once more. "Sir, I advise that you take this opportunity. It won't even cost you a thing! You seem to want to keep your riches intact, and I deeply respect that. Now, all you need to do is stay close to me. Does that sound like a plan?"
Fiala was determined not to let this one go, seeing as he was the richest man she had come across in her whole life. Obviously, he hadn't heard her sing, and her song could attract men from the other side of the world. She was like a siren when she sang, her voice leading innocent men towards her, but the men would soon be crushed by her. Yes, a siren was what she was. She hummed a slow, beautiful tune that the gypsies sang sometimes, slowly switching between his ears. Soon, she was adding words in a language that most didn't know. Of course, it was the language of the gypsies, and this was their seduction song. "Won't confess all my sins...
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 6:31 am
۞ D O M I N I C U S ✥ T Y L E R ✥ P A U L S E N ۞
⊰ ☯ ⊱ "Ⓐlways give me what I want, or you will pay." ⊰ ☯ ⊱Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO "When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell." Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO⋈Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO Dominicus growled slightly hearing the lady was still behind him. He was really beginning to get irritated. He noted the way she looked and the way her voice sounded so he would know who to avoid when he came here. His eyes rolled and he shook his head. He reached up, running a pale hand through his brown hair. His eyes were looking over the area, more fascinated by the things he saw rather than the people. Some of them were pretty, beautiful, sexy, such as the girl behind him. But he wasn't interested, nothing can change his stubborn mind!
Tator raised his head lightly at Fiala as she touched him. He shook his head. His black mane got messy. He had a very young like-face for an adult horse. He was a light black color all over his body, a beautiful horse you have to admit. He was a mixed breed, he never wanted a pure breed, only because… Well… Just because! He had a way with Tator the night he went with his father to find him a horse. Tator was very little money, but his family paid three times as much of his price then he would originally be.
Dominicus slowed and grinned hearing Fiala speak to him. He huffed out and he shook his head lightly from side to side. She was getting very annoying. He wasn’t going to fall for it. He knew people outside the streets probably want riches and stuff, and he would just be another way to get to it. OR, this young female is actually trying to go for him. The thought made him raise an eye brow. He was able to smell her but it didn’t really change anything about it. Sure, this female was young, beautiful, seductive in a way, but that didn’t really interest him, surprise right? Wrong…
Being his stubborn self he rolled his eyes again, when she began to hum a grin spread across his thin lips. He suddenly stopped all movement. He acted love drunk. He then pulled away from her and then faced her. His smile looked as though he was a bit drunk, but then… He grabbed her top. Pulling her close. “Listen here~ Listen good.” His voice was rough with her, not like it was with the female who had come hugged him. “You better leave me alone, or I will sentence you to death. Do you do this to every guy you see? Go off and try to get them? I see guys around here, staring like here is no tomorrow, and I know they aren't looking at me.” He paused and smirked. “You know what my desire is?” Suddenly he began to lean in, as if going for a kiss, but then he lightly pushed her off to the side, enough to just get her away. “Just go away. That is what I want.” He grunted and gave a nod of his head, soon he turned from her, and he continued to walk. It would be hard to make him fall. With him being stubborn and only caring about himself, it would be one hell of a challenge.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:39 am
"I'm a thief? Of course not! I just pick up my resources from wherever I find them and run! That's hardly thievery." ∞☼♥Fiala Gizelle Pospisil♥☼∞ Fiala continued to press against the young man. He will definitely come around, they always do... she thought to herself as she continued to hold the man close to her. She wasn't about to let this one go. This one was the most valuable of all the men in the city! Plus, he was the prince. If she could get wealth from the prince, that was going to be huge! He was loaded. She could feel it. And if he didn't cooperate, there was a knife hidden in a secret pocket sewn into her skirt. That one always helped get her way. Fiala had met men like this who didn't want her around, but a little flick of a knife can change a man a lot...
Fiala kept petting the horse gently. He was a beautiful horse, this one. Of course, she had seen better, but he had something majestic in his aura. That was probably because he was the prince's horse, and since the prince was quite majestic himself, this quality must have rubbed off on the horse or something. At the moment, she was starting to like the horse much more than she was liking the prince. This prince was so stubborn and cold. The horse was warm, calm, and had nice, velvety fur that was soft to the touch. Why can't this crazy prince be more like his wonderful horse? she wondered as she followed the man to wherever he was going.
Fiala smirked toward the man in front of her. He wasn't going to let up, eh? Well, she could play the exact same game with him. She wasn't going to leave until she got her way, and "no" would NEVER be the answer for her. He knew what she was up to, didn't he? Smart boy. But she wanted to pretend that she actually DID want him, not for money, but for... other purposes. She ran her thin, long fingers down the side of his neck and sang to him a little more. Was it working? Well...
Not exactly... It seemed that way at first, what with the typical love drunk expression that had earned him a flirty smile from Fiala, but the next thing she knew, he had pulled her by her top. This made her a bit nervous because she had no idea what he would do to her. However, she didn't struggle. She kept the same sultry expression on her face, smirking especially at his comment that he would sentence her to death. She clicked her tongue a couple times as if to say "tsk tsk," and put a finger to his lips. "Please, sir, you do flatter me. Of course, I must look this way to other men, which is why they come follow me, but I would never waste my time with them when the world has blessed me with such a handsome face like yours... and you are so aggressive... I like it." As soon as he had pushed her away, she knew it was on. Nimbly and silently, she slipped through the crowd and appeared in front of the prince. She took her scarf and wrapped it around his stomach before pulling him close again.
"I would love for you to sentence me to death, sir. In fact, I'll let you arrest me right now. And then I'll be gone and you won't have to see my bothersome face anymore. Doesn't that sound like a precious deal? I think so. But, how can you arrest me if you can't even catch me? That's right, sir. You can't catch me. You can try as much as you want, but it would be a failure on your part. I'm the perfect runaway. No one can get me. Now, you probably want me away. Let me give you an incentive to chase me, sir." Keeping one strong grip on the scarf, Fiala ran a hand through the prince's soft brown hair before getting up on her toes and roughly kissing his jaw. As she did that, she brought a hand to his chest and ran it down his torso ever so slowly. She pulled away slightly in case he was about to chase her, so if he did try and catch her, she could escape quickly enough. She had already achieved her goal a bit: there were some riches in the back pocket of his pants, and she had already grabbed the loot swiftly before trapping them in her skirt's hidden pocket. "Won't confess all my sins...
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