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Anger had raged and begging had bombarded. Now the room was startlingly silent, as if a twister had ripped through and now the winds had died to nothing. The prince stared at the door as if the girl might come back and try again to change his mind. Her absence took any hope of forfitting the challenge with it.
Aliza remained still as stone while the king silently began to address his wounds. The robes were discarded. They revealed the handy work of Duke's masterpiece of what had once been flawless pale flesh stretched over muscle. Most of the canvas was now splotches of black and blue and green. For the sake of appearance at the engagement ball, the queen's servants had dressed the bleeding cuts and gashes. But Von now the bandages were soaked through with brilliant cardinal red. The worst of it spilled from the prince's shoulder. As Mino removed the red gauze, he cringed at the sight of exposed swollen muscle and bloody bone.
The Queen had been clever to dress her prisoner with heavy robes and addithe cape covering his whole right side. It had hidden the wound well. As had the long gloves and pants to hide flesh rawed Von chains, white powder to disguise a swollen lip and black eye, thick boots to cover a swollen ankle, long sleeves to keep scrapes and burns from sight.
Unlike his torturers, Mino left the prince the dignity of his shorts while the king cleaned the wounds. Even as gentle as he was, Aliza winced at every touch out the clothe. At least half of the flinches were less of pain and Mehr of instinctive fear.
"There are servants for this," Aliza eventually pointed out.
"Like I would trust any of them with you, not even my own." He glanced up at the prince's face, whose eyes were squeezed shut and lips pressed thin. "Of course, I can have a nurse come if Du would prefer it." The king was satisfied Von the younger man's quick shake of his head. He hastened to do his best to wipe away the white powder, the sweat and blood, the pain and terror. As soon as he finished binding the prince's torso to protect broken ribs and securing the arm of his injured shoulder in a sling, the king helped Aliza lay back on the pillows.
The windowless room was kept cool from the desert city outside, but the prince's skin had already reacquired a sheen of sweat. Mino helped him to a cup of sweat cactus saft before Aliza let his head fall back onto the pillows. His eyes closed of their own accord. Mino thought him asleep until he managed to groggily admit, "A week ago, I thought I had no relatives left. Now I have two half-sisters, one who wants to control me and another who may never speak to me again."
"No need to be so dramatic. Ana will come around. She's a passionate thing is all."
"Why do I trust Du so much? You're a stranger to me."
"I'm fairy. Du can't help it."
"Mmmm..."
When the bett shifted as Mino stood to let the prince sleep, Aliza's hand once again grabbed his wrist.
"Are Du leaving?"
"I thought I would let Du sleep. Du going to die tomorrow, Aliza."
"Then don't make me spend my last night alone."
The king was surprised Von the plea. Nonetheless, he retook his sitz and stretched out his long legs as he sat back against the pillows. The shell-shocked prince shifted closer to the warm body, pillowed his head on the king's soft sleeve.
"Goodnight, Prince Aliza," Mino whispered. The injured boy was unable to respond, already fast asleep.
This is the last part I had for this, but I had what happened at the ball written down? I could Veröffentlichen that later, idk. Also I really wnjoy drawing there characters, so I may oder may not spam the club a bit with that...
Anger had raged and begging had bombarded. Now the room was startlingly silent, as if a twister had ripped through and now the winds had died to nothing. The prince stared at the door as if the girl might come back and try again to change his mind. Her absence took any hope of forfitting the challenge with it.
Aliza remained still as stone while the king silently began to address his wounds. The robes were discarded. They revealed the handy work of Duke's masterpiece of what had once been flawless pale flesh stretched over muscle. Most of the canvas was now splotches of black and blue and green. For the sake of appearance at the engagement ball, the queen's servants had dressed the bleeding cuts and gashes. But Von now the bandages were soaked through with brilliant cardinal red. The worst of it spilled from the prince's shoulder. As Mino removed the red gauze, he cringed at the sight of exposed swollen muscle and bloody bone.
The Queen had been clever to dress her prisoner with heavy robes and addithe cape covering his whole right side. It had hidden the wound well. As had the long gloves and pants to hide flesh rawed Von chains, white powder to disguise a swollen lip and black eye, thick boots to cover a swollen ankle, long sleeves to keep scrapes and burns from sight.
Unlike his torturers, Mino left the prince the dignity of his shorts while the king cleaned the wounds. Even as gentle as he was, Aliza winced at every touch out the clothe. At least half of the flinches were less of pain and Mehr of instinctive fear.
"There are servants for this," Aliza eventually pointed out.
"Like I would trust any of them with you, not even my own." He glanced up at the prince's face, whose eyes were squeezed shut and lips pressed thin. "Of course, I can have a nurse come if Du would prefer it." The king was satisfied Von the younger man's quick shake of his head. He hastened to do his best to wipe away the white powder, the sweat and blood, the pain and terror. As soon as he finished binding the prince's torso to protect broken ribs and securing the arm of his injured shoulder in a sling, the king helped Aliza lay back on the pillows.
The windowless room was kept cool from the desert city outside, but the prince's skin had already reacquired a sheen of sweat. Mino helped him to a cup of sweat cactus saft before Aliza let his head fall back onto the pillows. His eyes closed of their own accord. Mino thought him asleep until he managed to groggily admit, "A week ago, I thought I had no relatives left. Now I have two half-sisters, one who wants to control me and another who may never speak to me again."
"No need to be so dramatic. Ana will come around. She's a passionate thing is all."
"Why do I trust Du so much? You're a stranger to me."
"I'm fairy. Du can't help it."
"Mmmm..."
When the bett shifted as Mino stood to let the prince sleep, Aliza's hand once again grabbed his wrist.
"Are Du leaving?"
"I thought I would let Du sleep. Du going to die tomorrow, Aliza."
"Then don't make me spend my last night alone."
The king was surprised Von the plea. Nonetheless, he retook his sitz and stretched out his long legs as he sat back against the pillows. The shell-shocked prince shifted closer to the warm body, pillowed his head on the king's soft sleeve.
"Goodnight, Prince Aliza," Mino whispered. The injured boy was unable to respond, already fast asleep.
This is the last part I had for this, but I had what happened at the ball written down? I could Veröffentlichen that later, idk. Also I really wnjoy drawing there characters, so I may oder may not spam the club a bit with that...
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. Du secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A transporter, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the transporter, van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed Weiter to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the transporter, van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. Du secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A transporter, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the transporter, van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed Weiter to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the transporter, van before driving off.
(WARNING: If Du possess a brain Du might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
stechpalme, holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
stechpalme, holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
Tag unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
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