Demon Prince and his Faithful Friend [Miss Alyss & WingsandFeathers]

[Nine of Hartz]

Farkas was a young demon prince that loved to party and ignore his blood born responsibilities. He spent most of his time out with friends or at parties. His father was the king of their small kingdom and had been growing increasingly fed up with his young son's crazy antics. He had been wanting Farkas to start taking more responsibility with their kingdom to prepare him for his eventual takeover. Unfortunately it just pushed Farkas further into the party scene.

Without any other options, Farkas' father turned to the one person who could reach his crazy son, Tryst. Tryst and Farkas had been friends for years, and the king hoped that he would finally be able to rely on his son in the way he needed to.

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Farkas quietly sat in his father's vacant throne chair, sprawled out like a lazy cat across the arms. It was dark out and there was a bottle of wine resting between his legs. His clawed toes lightly tapped against the wood as he hummed a tune to himself. From the mid-thigh down to his feet, his skin was covered in a soft fine blackish blue fur. His arms were tinted darker as well, matching his legs, and the hair upon his head was shaggy yet soft like the fur on his legs. A leather vest was strapped over his chest, keeping his pale torso concealed to the world, his legs covered with leather shorts that stopped just above his reversed knees.

Lifting the wine bottle to his lips, his blue eyes closed as he took a few gulps before quietly burping, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was early in the morning, possibly 3am or so, and he had just snuck in after attending a party down in the local village. He had the lights out in the room, the only source of light in the room being the moonlight from the windows and a fireplace across the room, quietly keeping to himself as he rode out the buzz from all the wine he'd had earlier.

 

[WingsandFeathers]

Farkas was a young demon prince that loved to party and ignore his blood born responsibilities. He spent most of his time out with friends or at parties. His father was the king of their small kingdom and had been growing increasingly fed up with his young son's crazy antics. He had been wanting Farkas to start taking more responsibility with their kingdom to prepare him for his eventual takeover. Unfortunately it just pushed Farkas further into the party scene.

Without any other options, Farkas' father turned to the one person who could reach his crazy son, Tryst. Tryst and Farkas had been friends for years, and the king hoped that he would finally be able to rely on his son in the way he needed to.

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Farkas quietly sat in his father's vacant throne chair, sprawled out like a lazy cat across the arms. It was dark out and there was a bottle of wine resting between his legs. His clawed toes lightly tapped against the wood as he hummed a tune to himself. From the mid-thigh down to his feet, his skin was covered in a soft fine blackish blue fur. His arms were tinted darker as well, matching his legs, and the hair upon his head was shaggy yet soft like the fur on his legs. A leather vest was strapped over his chest, keeping his pale torso concealed to the world, his legs covered with leather shorts that stopped just above his reversed knees.

Lifting the wine bottle to his lips, his blue eyes closed as he took a few gulps before quietly burping, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was early in the morning, possibly 3am or so, and he had just snuck in after attending a party down in the local village. He had the lights out in the room, the only source of light in the room being the moonlight from the windows and a fireplace across the room, quietly keeping to himself as he rode out the buzz from all the wine he'd had earlier.

Tryst had been born into his role. His father and mother had both served the king and queen faithfully through there lives so it was only natural their only son had grown up to be the prince's servant. Of course his childhood had been fairly easy, his only orders were to stay with the prince.

It had been easy at first. The two had been friends and went everywhere together, but time went on. The prince discovered women and Tryst... he never thought of anyone but the prince. After awhile the prince had left his servant for the more entertaining world of women and parties.

Tryst had thought himself to be abandoned and busied himself with finding other castle work. After all what good is a useless servant. Until the day the king sends for him. Given the order to bring the prince back to find a wife he sets off, locking his own feelings away.

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Tryst slipped into the throne room silently. Another night he had failed. Shaking his long shaggy sandy hair back from his eyes he looked around. There he sat, the prince, smug as a cat. Tryst frowned, where had he lost him at the party? The thought back over the night. He had silently followed the prince around, trying to figure out how to get the rambunctious man to go home.

Tryst swayed a little on his feet and stifled a yawn. He glanced back at the prince. How he could spend night after night gallivanting around the town and not get tired baffled him. Already dark circles marked the underside of tryst's eyes and his already pale skin had grown nearly translucent. Reaching a hand up to try and steady his swimming head he took a step forward into the room, regaining his composure. "Sir," He said quietly, keeping his eyes on the floor in front of him, "I believe you should be in bed by now."

 

[Nine of Hartz]

Flicking his blue eyes toward the shadow that approached, Farkas lightly cracked his clawed toes and smirked at Tryst. The boy had been his friend since they were little, yet Tryst didn't share his love for parties and fun adventures. Lightly swigging at the wine bottle again, Farkas extended it out to Tryst as he pushed his black hair back past his horns. "Tryst," he said in a slightly slurred manner. "I should be in bed yes, but that isn't any fun..." Tossing the bottle to his friend, Farkas stood up off of the throne chair and stood next to his sleepy friend, clasping his hand on Tryst's shoulder.

"Man, you need to learn to loosen up my friend," Farkas said with a grin. "You seriously need to go out more. I don't know why you're always hanging back when I take you out. I even got you a girl and everything!" Taking the wine bottle back from Tryst, Farkas took a few more swigs from it before wiping his lips clean. "Ugh, the sun will be up soon anyway. C'mon, lets go sleep." Wrapping his arm around Tryst's shoulders, Farkas lightly stumbled next to his friend and began to leave the throne room to go to the upper levels where their rooms were.

 

[WingsandFeathers]

Tryst sighed, this assignment just kept getting harder to complete. He scrambled forward just in time to catch the bottle before it hit the floor. Sighing again he stood up flashing a glance towards the prince, watching as he made his way toward him.

His ears twitched the tiniest bit. Loosen up? He frowned, "I'm loose enough." He murmured. He hung out with the prince? No servant should do that. He went to parties too. How much looser could Farkas want? Oh and there was that. In his mind at least, he called the prince by his given name. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the prince took a swig of wine. "I don't want a girl. I'm fine alone." He said quietly, the line he had told himself over and over again. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Supporting Farkas as was needed he made his way up the stairs. Once they reached Farkas's room he opened the door and helped his master inside, mumbling crankily under his breath. One day, he wouldn't be needed to take care of the prince. A pang shot through his chest and he forced a sarcastic smile. Then maybe he could get some sleep.

 

[Nine of Hartz]

Farkas compliantly collapsed on his bed as Tryst got him into his room. The prince was still happily intoxicated at this point and in a positive mood. Rolling over onto his back, Farkas sat up and tugged the leather vest he wore off of his chest and threw it across the room with a laugh. He didn't care about keeping his room neat and tidy, that was what the cleaners were for. Shrugging lightly at Tryst, Farkas motioned at his longtime friend and servant before bellowing out drunkenly at him.

"Tryst, you seriously need to get yourself a girl! It's no fun being a virgin, trust me." Hiccuping slightly, Farkas ran his fingers through his soft hair and stretched before plopping back down on the bed. "You know, I could always just find you a nice seasoned woman, or even a man if that would suit your fancy better. That way you don't have to worry about knocking her up! Haha..." His words were very slurred at this point, the last bottle of wine kicking in making Farkas even sleepier than he had been. Tugging his shorts off, Farkas fumbled with the drawstrings drunkenly and just laughed at himself. Eventually he got them off and kicked them off the side of the bed before grabbing a pillow to rest his face on. He simply laid there naked on top of the bed, passing out in a few minutes from all the alcohol he had drank that night, a light snore soon escaping his smirking lips.

 

[WingsandFeathers]

The moment Farkas was asleep, Tryst quickly and silently moved about the room, picking up the discarded clothes and folding them neatly. He finally let the servant's face drop and his eyes lost their tired look and began to burn like will-o-wisps in the dark. his brow furrowed and his lips twisted into a nasty grin. Find a girl? Why should he? And no man was going to do it for him. No, his damned heart was set on a man that couldn't stop dancing from one lover to the next.

His mind turned to the problem at hand though. His sorry love life hardly mattered. The kingdom needed a prince with a wife, or at least a mate. And apparently Farkas had no wish to be tied down by marriage. Anyone who ordered him to marry had been rejected and tuned out. Pleas would be ignored and crying was for women. Tryst frowned, Maybe if the right woman could tempt him into marriage? That could work. But she would need to fit the prince's tastes perfectly. With a yawn tyrst turned back to the prince. He'd leave tomorrow night for another party, Tryst was sure of it. All he'd have to do is make a list of all the women Farkas took an intrest in and figure out what attracted him most to a woman.

As he thought, Tryst watched his sleeping lord. Another pang. If only he hadn't been so handsome. And so full of life... Tryst leaned on the edge of the bed, brushing the hair out of his master's closed eyes. The silky feel of his hair cut him to the quick and he grimiced. Then quick as a flash, he leaned forwards, stole a kiss, and was across the hall to him own rooms.

Flopping on the bed, still fully clothed, he lay thinking. His eyes could barely stay open and soon he too was out cold.

 

[Nine of Hartz]

Farkas was happily passed out through the breakfast hours, slowly opening his eyes around lunchtime. He could still taste wine in his mouth and slowly rolled out of bed. Running his fingers through his hair, Farkas lightly went to a table in the sitting area of his room and drank some water from a goblet to clean out his mouth. Stretching lightly in his room, Farkas fumbled around looking for his typical shorts and shirt that he wore, pulling them on over his naked body so he would be decent enough to go down and get something to eat.

Leaving his room, Farkas made his way to the kitchens and happily glanced over the lunch options that the cooks had prepared. He lightly sampled from various dishes before piling up a plate of food. Walking outside of the main eating room, Farkas quietly sat on a balcony and began to eat his lunch, his blue eyes flicking about the grounds at the various people that were wandering about. He kept trying to see if he could find Tryst wandering about. They had been friends for years and he was a faithful servant, and Farkas really couldn't imagine having his shy companion suddenly disappear on him.

Sighing lightly, Farkas glanced at his hands and the plate of food, continuing to eat quietly as he mulled over the thought of having to get married. His father had been pushing him to get married but it was something he wasn't willing to do at this stage in his life. From a logical standpoint he understood why his father wanted him to marry but he wasn't willing to have his right to love another person auctioned off to the highest bidder for political gain, thus why he was acting out so greatly. Farkas wanted to experience as much of his life as he could before it was stolen from him.