CHARACTER INDEX¡
\Savian:

Height
6'

Type
Cancian

Personality
Up tight
Narcissistic
Independent
????????

Other
He/Him
Royalty (Prince)
Asshole.
'Tough'

Has committed
Arson... a lot of arson.

Chapter four; The Prince

"Damngare vosa uat heaven, Savian! poaaaaaassidebit vesatara asinufdgs supere hicaaaaa haeac instant!" (Damn you to heaven, Savian! get your ass over here this instant!) I heard my mother yell, I groaned in anger.

"Clausasg aautem, veteris hag! egoa scio vosa acupiao mihaai off aapuadaa quoad stultufds pugnase!" (Shut up, old hag! I know you want me off in that stupid fight!) I yelled back, rolling my eyes.

"SAVIAN." My father snapped. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, ignoring them as I packed up my things.

I sigh deeply, ignoring the shadows that waved across the wall, the hum of the wind from my open window like whispers in my ears. I took a glance in the mirror. ~

My white hair fell neatly onto my head, cut short off my shoulder. Pale, almost white skin darkened in the lightless room. My blood red eyes piercing the mirror as my pupils slit like daggers. A button nose, with a simple white plaster on the bridge. Black lipstick covering my lips. Long ears poked through my hair, blackened at the ends, draped in gold chains. Two golden coloured horns spiked through my hair, curling into my ears like a goats. A white blouse buttoned up carefully, bishop sleeves decorated in golden bands at the ends. My fingers blackened from hands, it was up to by elbows but the sleeves denied sight of it. Black trousers, tightly stuck to my body. Black boots climbing up to my knees, decorated in gold chains. A long cape trailing behind me, dark red with lack lining. A golden chain holding it onto my body. A crown placed atop my head, thin band of gold with rubies immediately into each spike, each an inch apart from each other. A tail trailed down behind me, long, thick, black. Tied up in gold chains. ~

I was interrupted from my endless staring at myself from my father busting into my room.

"Savian. Poaaaaaassidebit vesatara asinufdgs in quoad damngare carriage, eta poaaaaaassidebit daaae autaema meaaad castle!!!!" (Savian. Get your ass into that damn carriage, and get out of my castle!!!!) My Father spat at me.

I rolled my eyes, picking up my bag, it was only for spare clothes. Didn't want my cloak to get ruined after all. I swung the bag onto my shoulder, walking out my room. My cape flowing behind me. I threw my bag into the carriage and sat down by it, slamming the wooden door shut. I snapped my eyes shut, not wanting to see anything at the moment. A frown on my lips as I ignored the surrounding world.

~

The clattering wheel of the carriage alone with the thunderous footsteps of the drakes pulling the carriage was the only sound. No animal dare to peep at the moment, which was very nice. I sighed to myself, prying my eyes open to be met with the dim light of the moon. My eyebrows knitted together, why did it have to be so dark? Couldn't there be a lantern or something? I scoffed quietly. Finding the clasp of my cloak, taking it off and rolling it up, placing it inside the bag. By the sound of the road, we where in a forest. I was not getting my cloak dirty today. Just as I did that, the carriage came to a halt, and the door open. I sighed. Stepping out of the carriage and onto the trodden ground, I seen three other people. Two girls, one... boy? Something like that. Their hairstyle made them look like a girl and a boy, so it was hard to tell. I rolled my eyes and walked towards them, standing at the opiate end of the small campfire. The flames of the fire immediately drifted towards me, trying to lick at my skin.

"...hellao?" One of the girls said, I could only see her emerald green eyes and pale skin from where she was standing, which was far into the shadows. Her voice rang with a Ravaei accent, or as the Lãnea call it, 'Australian', or... whatever.
"Hello." I replied flatly.
"Ooohhh! A new friend! What's your name? What's your favourite colour? Do you like baked goods??" The other girl buried me in questions, her sapphire eyes glowing in anticipation. Her dirty blonde hair was disheveled, as if left in a towel for to long.
"...uuuhh..." I gave her a questioning glare, wonder what in the everloving Athone was she getting at.

The last person scoffed, sitting with their legs crossed. Their dark brown eyes half closed in boredom, their also dark brown hair falling into a wolf cut, strands falling into their face.

"Amber. Give the new person a chance t' actual answer your questions, will yah?" The green eyed woman said to the blonde.
"Oh- didn't realize I was uh... over questioning!" The blonde, supposedly called Amber, replied.
"What's your name?" Amber asked again, slower.
"Savian." I replied simply.
Amber giggled. "That's such a cool name!" She said through a smile.
"That's Raven-" Amber said, pointing to the green eyed girl.
"And that's Manzia!-" Amber pointed to the brunette.

Manzia was already glaring at me, I glared right back.

"So! What're you, Savian? Are you a... aaahhh... what's your status?" Amber asks, her energy never dropped. It was quite frankly, annoying.
"I am a prince." I replied simply.

Manzia scoffed, I could hear. He didn't like me being a prince? What a dick, can't he just suck it up? Or is his low life so pitiful that he hates anyone who belongs above him?

"Ooooohhh!!!" Amber giddily said.
"Amber. For the sake of my sanity. Just go to bed." Raven spat out, it seemed she was with Amber the longest, and was tired of her shit.
"Awe..." Amber pouted sadly. "But I'm not tireddddd..." She groaned.
"That's the problem. Just- get into a damn tent." Raven stated.

Amber huffed, but went off to find a tent anyways. My gaze followed her to where the tents where, and I followed suit. I did not want to be caught with the moody ass of person called Manzia or whatever and whoever the Hell this Raven was.

I choose a red tent, zipping up the entrance and lying flat on the floor. There was no bed, and I had just realized I forgot my bag in the carriage... a least my cloak is safe.

I laid on the bumpy floor of the red tent, resting his forehead in my arms. And tightly shutting my eyes. I didn't care about falling asleep. Just about blocking everything out.

[YAY ANOTHER CHAPTER. TIRED AF BUT WOOOO]