Roleplay X Forum The Civil War of Keevra

Gavroche: I start to whistle as I make my way through the streets. Nothing like a good battle song to get the blood flowing in the morning!

Ama: I promised myself I would check on the prince in the morning but when I arrived no one was there. I search the entire ground and only found plans for a attack. I knew he was a great fighter but could this rebellion really stand a chance against the king's knights? Racing back toward the castle as my fears fueled my urgency. Was I too late?

Name: Castiel Position: Is the princess' royal protector, always at her side to do any task she requires. He's part butler, part body guard, part baby sitter. Appearance: Ebony black hair, vibrant blue eyes, tall, tan skin, loyal to none but the princess..

Gavroche: I let my whistles die away and look around skeptically. I had been traveling most of the night to reach what they called the Royal City. It really wasn't as wondrous as they said but it sure was cleaner then the Rebel. "Right," I say and head off toward the castle. Who knew what juicy information I could look up!

Castiel: I strode out into the courtyard where I had heard the princess was at. "Milady?" I called out softly.

Castiel. I bowed in apology. "I apologize for disturbing you, but you really shouldn't wander off without me." It was my job, after all, to be by her at all times.

Gavroche: "Can you hear the people sing, Singing the song of angry men," I hummed on with the tune as I headed into the palace ground. Perching up my hearing a bit I noticed two voices in the distance. "People." I say with a happy little laugh. I duck behind a bush and see if I could get a better look.

Castiel: I bowed in apology once more. "I cannot. It is my duty to protect the princess from all."

Gavroche: "A Princess." I whisper to myself from my hidy-hole. "What luck!"

Castiel: I snatched the creeper by the scurf of their shirt and lifted them up. "What are you doing here?!" I bellowed in anger.

Gavroche: "Oi! Let me down!" I say wiggling my feet trying to get free. I stop wiggling and glare at the tall figure. "See here, What nerve you've got lifting a poor child off his feet!"

Castiel: I glowered at the boy. "You are stalking the royal princess." I snarled.

Gavroche: "No such thing," I say narrowing my eyes, I start to wiggle again, "Let me down you brute!"