Well Isn't This Peculiar?[Ginger]

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it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out
- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Zain wasn't one for flowers. Their thick, sickly sweet scents and overly bright colors. It was just... Almost to much. The sun was warm on his back as the guard sat staring at the lotus float across the pond. A scowl was fixed firmly to his face as one hand absently played with the gold loop in his ear. What was he even doing? Not just sitting around like he didn't have a care in the world, but in general.

Not many people made a regular attempts on the kings life that he saw. As part of the royal guard it was Zain's duty to patrol the grounds and accompany the King on trips outside the castle walls. Not exactly exciting. The emptiness left after Alia's death was still there. Ready for something different, Zain had joined the royal guard. He had hoped that he would be kept busy enough to keep his mind off of dark and brooding thoughts. He did more as a regular mercenary. He felt like a kept pet. Well groomed and bloated off of all the rich food. It didn't settle well with Zain at all. There was an itch just under his skin that he couldn't get rid of. Eventually it would go and drive him away, back to the lonely life of a murdering mercenary.

A sudden, blinding pain in his ear, cause the guard to cry out and leap up. "What the-!" Deft fingers came into contact with soft feathers and Zain knew who had dared to attack him. He was going to kill that bird one day. Trapped in Zain's firm grip the Chatot began to shriek and wail.

"Shut up Sen!" Zain pinned the bird under his arm, though Sen took the opportunity to bite him through his tunic. "You daft bird stop that." They may be partners but that didn't mean they liked each other in the least. Sen tended to start singing at the worst possible moments, and clawed up all of his reports.

The chatot quieted and trilled curiously. Zain swung around, unaware that they'd had an audience. The guard flicked his long hair out of his face with his free hand and continued to scowl. He might have been just a little bit embarrassed at being caught in such an unprofessional setting.

does it f e e l like a head to lean on?
- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -

THIS POST WAS WRITTEN FOR » Ginger.
THERE ARE THIS MANY WORDS » ###
THE LYRICS ARE FROM » witchcraft - pendulum
THESE ARE MY LAST WORDS » A bit blah. : /
CREDIT GOES TO » carolyn at caution.

[Ginger]

The day was nice, seemed really calm. The musketeer temporarily had snuck off from her duties to enjoy the nice garden. She felt a sudden urge to get her job done, she picked herself up and walked over to where the Royal guard was located. Only a random chatot was flying toward him in greeting. The chatot suddenly quieted and the guard seemed to notice the musketeer lurker. He moved the hair from his face, something about him... It made the musketeer's heart pound intensely wanting to run to the man and hold him, but she was to be a professional and she did not even know this man. Also if she were to suddenly run to him, it just may give him a reason to attack her or even question her gender.... Granted his questioning was probably right and the king was attracted to feminine males to be part of his guard, slave, and home... But to be caught was to be killed...

Approaching the guard with a smile, her bright red musketeer official outfit seemed to make it stand out she was also allowed in the garden. What else was noticeable was her red hair that was chopped really short in an attempt to look more like a boy... only it seemed to make her stand out more among the guards, something about long hair was approved and accepted here... Maybe it was the king's demands, whatever the case may be she was stuck to regrow her hair and failing miserably at blending in. As for her eyes they were golden and shine very brightly, if one was to pure closely at her eyes they would see a powerful power beneath the surface. This was probably a representation of the blessing he girl had received from a large flaming pokemon... A monster that she saw and somehow got her kidnapped and well just end up here working for people she did not know...

The girl disguised as a young man walked toward the guard, "You seem to be guarding very well, great guard of the Crystal kingdom. I really hope the King does not see you out here, with your well trained awesome pokemon. I wonder what he would think." The voice seemed a little odd considering the girl was forcing her voice to be as deep as it could be.. and failing miserably. She placed her hand on the sword hilt, a smile going across her face. If he was to look at her he would see her gleaming in humor at how unprofessional this man was.

[Ginger]

-incomplete due to inactivity-

To be moved back to its original board Zain needs to post here.