bishhunterd
Moon
- Joined
- Jan 18, 2009
"I bet there's a safe haven right around--" Edge's boisterous claim was cut short as two more basilisks sprung out from around the corner of the cavern walls. With a couple of well-placed shruiken, the monsters lay dead, and for ONCE in the last two hours, Edge was actually right about finding a safe haven. Shimmers of blue-white light bounced off the damp, dark walls of the cavern deep in the underworld. The outcroppings of rock and pieces of crystal glowed and reflected the light.
"Now, milady," Edge said playfully to his traveling companion Rydia, "let's camp here for a while to regain our strength. I know you've been putting your black magic through its paces." The ninja took the tent he'd received from Cecil before exploring the cavern away from the three Baronians, pitching it in the middle of the mystical field which warded away the monsters who hid in the darkness. After pitching the tent, he dusted his hands and turned to face the young lady.
"I know the tent seems a bit small, but I assure you it will be quite comfortable for just the two of us." Though he wore a fabric mask over his nose and mouth, anyone could see the silhouette of a grin on the young prince's face. His words had never failed to swoon the young women of his homeland of Eblan. Now his sights were set on Rydia, the mystical Summoner from the lost town of Mist. Edge was glad that Cecil had sent them on this mission together. In the initial rush of joining Cecil's party, he had not had time to properly introduce himself to this magical girl. He knew that by charming her with his words and being confident in his body and his strength, she too would eventually fall to his charms.
Edge trained tirelessly to learn the secret arts that his mother and father, the queen and king, wanted him to master. The training showed as his bare arms had muscle clearly defined. He crossed his arms over his chest, drawing attention to his body, showing just how fit and strong he was. The lavender clothing he wore was the traditional garb of the commander of Eblan's army. It was very form-fitting, further accentuating Edge's attractive features.
With a courteous gesture, he allowed Rydia to enter their tent first as he went to start a fire for their camp.
"Now, milady," Edge said playfully to his traveling companion Rydia, "let's camp here for a while to regain our strength. I know you've been putting your black magic through its paces." The ninja took the tent he'd received from Cecil before exploring the cavern away from the three Baronians, pitching it in the middle of the mystical field which warded away the monsters who hid in the darkness. After pitching the tent, he dusted his hands and turned to face the young lady.
"I know the tent seems a bit small, but I assure you it will be quite comfortable for just the two of us." Though he wore a fabric mask over his nose and mouth, anyone could see the silhouette of a grin on the young prince's face. His words had never failed to swoon the young women of his homeland of Eblan. Now his sights were set on Rydia, the mystical Summoner from the lost town of Mist. Edge was glad that Cecil had sent them on this mission together. In the initial rush of joining Cecil's party, he had not had time to properly introduce himself to this magical girl. He knew that by charming her with his words and being confident in his body and his strength, she too would eventually fall to his charms.
Edge trained tirelessly to learn the secret arts that his mother and father, the queen and king, wanted him to master. The training showed as his bare arms had muscle clearly defined. He crossed his arms over his chest, drawing attention to his body, showing just how fit and strong he was. The lavender clothing he wore was the traditional garb of the commander of Eblan's army. It was very form-fitting, further accentuating Edge's attractive features.
With a courteous gesture, he allowed Rydia to enter their tent first as he went to start a fire for their camp.