Laurel.Black
Moon
- Joined
- Mar 3, 2021
Oh damn...looks like he was in the shit.
All Aoyama wanted... All he desired was freedom. He felt like a caged bird....No, he felt worse than that...Like a stranded whale mere centimeters away from the ocean--suffocating quietly as everyone watched. He often wondered if they were entertained. Their faces of stone; he could never decipher. His father had transformed their once happy abode into a prison. There were guards damn near every step of the way and Aoyama just couldn't take it anymore.
His escape plan was simple. While there were a lot of feet in the castle, they all had rounds, and that meant he could escape during the switching of shifts.
Such a simple plan had turned to shit.... Outside of the palace walls and half a day away from the village; the Prince found himself cornered by a group of brigands. Without much resistance his servant had been hacked to pieces. They planned on doing the same to him until they noticed his family crest seared into his black stallion. There was talk of selling him off to the highest bidder, insurrection against the king, and so on and so forth. For a group of heathens they sure had their heads in the clouds. The king would pay a hefty price for him. And while that seemed noble, he would only do so to lure out his captors so that they may be imprisoned and tortured.
After the death of the queen, the king had generically become a former shell of himself. It was sad... Despite that, here Aoyama was yet again causing his father strife and pain because of his own selfish wants. There is a part of the young prince that wants to feel regret for his actions... However, his need for growth and freedom were greater.
He stood alone, dark hair cascading the shimmer of honey blonde eyes. A sudden fear washed over his tall form as he realized he had no real protection. His clothing only served as covering. He wore no armor. The only thing he had for protection was a short sword who's hilt was encrusted with diamonds. Obviously this little accent made the weapon it rather difficult to wield. "You'll make a fine toy and an even better fortune." The leader breathed. "Oh I'm not so fun..." Aoyama replied as he reached beneath his dark tunic, slender fingers gracing the studded blade apprehensively.
Aoyama was trained in swordplay. He specialized in daggers and short swords. However, he wasn't very good... Kind of clunsy to be honest. And with that thought in mind, the prince stood his ground in silence waiting. Surely he stood no chance against eight war bred men... But, he would at least give them a fight.
All Aoyama wanted... All he desired was freedom. He felt like a caged bird....No, he felt worse than that...Like a stranded whale mere centimeters away from the ocean--suffocating quietly as everyone watched. He often wondered if they were entertained. Their faces of stone; he could never decipher. His father had transformed their once happy abode into a prison. There were guards damn near every step of the way and Aoyama just couldn't take it anymore.
His escape plan was simple. While there were a lot of feet in the castle, they all had rounds, and that meant he could escape during the switching of shifts.
Such a simple plan had turned to shit.... Outside of the palace walls and half a day away from the village; the Prince found himself cornered by a group of brigands. Without much resistance his servant had been hacked to pieces. They planned on doing the same to him until they noticed his family crest seared into his black stallion. There was talk of selling him off to the highest bidder, insurrection against the king, and so on and so forth. For a group of heathens they sure had their heads in the clouds. The king would pay a hefty price for him. And while that seemed noble, he would only do so to lure out his captors so that they may be imprisoned and tortured.
After the death of the queen, the king had generically become a former shell of himself. It was sad... Despite that, here Aoyama was yet again causing his father strife and pain because of his own selfish wants. There is a part of the young prince that wants to feel regret for his actions... However, his need for growth and freedom were greater.
He stood alone, dark hair cascading the shimmer of honey blonde eyes. A sudden fear washed over his tall form as he realized he had no real protection. His clothing only served as covering. He wore no armor. The only thing he had for protection was a short sword who's hilt was encrusted with diamonds. Obviously this little accent made the weapon it rather difficult to wield. "You'll make a fine toy and an even better fortune." The leader breathed. "Oh I'm not so fun..." Aoyama replied as he reached beneath his dark tunic, slender fingers gracing the studded blade apprehensively.
Aoyama was trained in swordplay. He specialized in daggers and short swords. However, he wasn't very good... Kind of clunsy to be honest. And with that thought in mind, the prince stood his ground in silence waiting. Surely he stood no chance against eight war bred men... But, he would at least give them a fight.