 09:54:04 | I'm logging for a few hours! See you guys! |
09:46:29 SINN| While this is going on I will make a pfp for Leaf's club |
09:41:08 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Glacier
They were probably FRed. |
09:39:40 Angel Cats🐈| His page says that he has 2 foals, but I can't find them |
09:38:31 Angel Cats🐈| Where can I see the offspring of Glacier Myth |
09:32:33 Leaf| Myth join my club please!!!! |
09:31:54 Myth/Crowley/Grinch| When your leg is uncomfortable and the dog refuses to move. |
09:27:36 Vy | Nyx| I think IÂ’m going to hop off for the night though. Goodnight everyone! |
09:26:20 Vy | Nyx| Of course Sam! Just let me know if you have any questions or need any more help. |
09:25:56 Peep/sam Homework if finally done
Thank you Vy! |
09:25:47 SINN| Alright just making sure everyone knows |
09:25:33 Leaf
Club: Leafs Club And Breeding Society! |
09:25:29 Vy | Nyx| Highland cattle are really the sweetest though. IÂ’m just trying to convince my fiancé to let me get a horse of my own now lol |
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The quiet becomes his sanctuary, wrapping around him like a thick blanket. Gale leans his head back further, allowing the rough stone to dig into his skull, but it doesn’t bother him. He’s gotten used to the discomfort—both physical and mental. He starts to drift, his eyelids heavy. The world outside may have its noise and chaos, but in here, it’s just his breath, steady and deep, filling the small space. His thoughts are a blur, ebbing and flowing like the gentle tide of the sea. There’s a shift in the air—a subtle change that makes his ears perk. The sound of footsteps draws closer, but they’re not hurried, not the rush of someone coming to check on him or bring more trouble. No, this is something different, more measured. Gale’s lips curl into a wry smile as the door creaks open slightly, the soft sound of it echoing in the silence. “Not much to do in here, is there?” a voice calls out softly from the doorway, breaking the stillness. Gale doesn’t open his eyes, but he can hear the slight smirk in the tone, the familiar cadence of someone who knows him well enough to break his solitude without even trying. “Does it look like I’m doing much?” Gale responds, his voice as calm and steady as ever, though the edge of amusement lingers beneath the surface. He knows it’s just someone checking in—maybe a guard, maybe someone else—but for a moment, it feels almost like an old, friendly conversation. There’s a small laugh from the doorway. “You’re always ‘vibing,’ aren’t you, Gale?” He opens his eyes then, glancing toward the door, though he doesn’t move from his comfortable spot. The figure in the doorway is shadowed, a silhouette against the dim light from the hallway. He can’t make out their face, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not bothered. “Someone’s gotta keep the spirits up,” Gale says with a shrug, his eyes twinkling with quiet defiance. “Besides, it’s better than pacing around, waiting for the next round of orders or whatever nonsense they’ve got planned.” The figure steps closer, leaning against the stone frame of the door. For a long moment, there’s just the sound of Gale’s rhythmic foot tapping against the floor, the only sign of life in the cell, aside from the faint, steady breaths filling the space. "Guess you're not one for sitting still," the voice comments, soft but with a hint of admiration—or maybe amusement. It’s hard to tell. Gale chuckles quietly. "You learn a lot in places like this. Sitting still? That’s for people who don’t know how to wait." The silence stretches, comfortable, unhurried. No need for more words right now. Gale knows that, deep down, he’s exactly where he needs to be. There’s peace in the quiet of this cell, in the simplicity of just being, and he’s not about to rush that. He’s learned how to make the most of it—finding his rhythm, his flow. "Any chance of getting out?" he asks casually, though the question holds no real urgency. It's more of a passing thought than a demand. The figure outside the door shifts, a soft sigh. "Not today. But hey, at least you’re not bored." Gale grins and leans his head back against the wall again. "Not yet, anyway. But if you keep talking, that might change." The figure laughs, and Gale feels a small flicker of warmth in the otherwise cold space. It’s not much, but it’s enough. The cell is still his, for now, and as long as the beat in his head keeps going, he’ll be just fine. |
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Kayla watched the staff tend to the plants with a sense of calm taking over, a soft smile playing on her face. She walked over to the same woman she'd talked to earlier. "What about that prince?" She asked in a hushed tone, delicately holding a bud |
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Gale paced the cold stone floor of his prison cell, the faint flicker of a torch casting uneasy shadows across the damp walls. The air was heavy, stale with the smell of moss and mildew. His hands were raw from the chains that had bound him for weeks, but he'd been waiting for this moment. The guards' routine had been predictable, and tonight, he had noticed an opening. His plan was simple: escape into the castle’s lower tunnels, find a way out, and disappear into the night before anyone noticed. As the guards passed, their boots echoed against the stone, fading away into the distance. Gale pulled himself up to the small barred window, the iron giving way just enough for him to squeeze through. His heart pounded in his chest, but there was no turning back now. With the sound of clinking chains, he pulled himself into the narrow passageway, his eyes adjusting to the dark. The stone corridors seemed to twist and coil like a labyrinth, but Gale had studied them for months. He moved quickly, cautiously, barely making a sound as he approached the section of the castle where he knew the guards wouldn’t be expecting anyone. The faint flicker of a torch ahead made his breath catch. Someone was coming. The passage narrowed, offering only a small alcove to hide in. Gale pressed his back to the wall, hoping the shadows would be enough to conceal him. His heart raced, and he held his breath as the sound of footsteps drew nearer. The light grew stronger, and he caught a glimpse of the approaching figure—a guard, carrying a torch and humming a tune. The guard’s heavy boots thudded against the stone, oblivious to Gale’s presence. Just as the man drew level with him, Gale’s foot brushed a loose stone. The guard stopped, his head snapping in Gale’s direction. Gale’s pulse surged. The moment of truth. With no time to think, Gale lunged forward, grabbing the guard’s arm and twisting it behind his back. The torch fell to the ground, rolling across the stones, casting a wild dance of shadows as Gale forced the guard into the alcove, muffling any sound the man might make. His movements were swift, precise—he couldn’t afford to be caught now. For a moment, everything was silent. Gale stood there, breathless, watching the torch flicker as the guard, stunned and immobilized, couldn’t make a sound. The dim light was the only indication of the time left before he was inevitably discovered. Gale didn’t waste a second. He pulled the guard’s sword free from its scabbard and continued down the hallway, blending into the darkness, narrowly escaping the chaos he had just caused. Behind him, the torch continued to flicker, its dying flame casting one last shadow on the stone walls of the castle. Gale pressed forward, the stolen sword now hanging loosely at his side as he moved deeper into the heart of the castle. The stone corridors twisted, and the sounds of the night outside filtered through the small windows—an ominous reminder that his time was running out. The air in the castle was thick with history and decay, and every creaking floorboard beneath his boots seemed to echo louder than the last. He reached an iron door, slightly ajar, that led to a narrow stairwell spiraling upward. This would bring him closer to the inner gardens, the castle’s most sacred space, where few dared to tread after dark. He knew this area well; it was a maze of hedgerows, fountains, and statues—beautiful yet dangerous, for the garden was often frequented by the nobles and guards alike. Still, it was his best chance for escape. The door creaked open as he passed through, stepping cautiously into the moonlit night. The garden stretched out before him, bathed in silver and shadow. He could hear the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze, the trickling of water from the distant fountain, and the chirps of crickets—sounds that felt strangely peaceful compared to the turmoil he had just left behind in the prison. As Gale crept forward, his eyes scanned the garden, looking for any path to slip through undetected. But just as he moved toward the nearest hedge, a soft laugh broke the stillness. Gale froze. He could hear voices—two figures approaching from around the corner of the stone wall. They spoke quietly, unaware of his presence. A man and a woman, perhaps a noble couple, walking arm-in-arm under the canopy of ancient oaks. Gale’s breath hitched in his chest as the sound of their steps grew louder. He was trapped, exposed in the moonlight with nowhere to hide. The couple neared the fountain, just a few paces away from where Gale stood. His pulse quickened as he ducked low, instinctively flattening himself against the nearest stone pillar. He could hear their conversation more clearly now. “You don’t think he’ll escape, do you?” the woman asked, her voice soft and melodic. The man chuckled. “No. They’ve got him locked up tight. There’s no way out.” Gale's stomach twisted. They’re talking about me. He dared not breathe. His pulse roared in his ears, the stolen sword weighing heavily on his side. The couple was now only a few feet away, the torchlight flickering at the end of the garden path, casting long shadows. With barely a second to act, Gale stepped quickly into the thick hedge nearby, the sharp branches scratching at his face and arms as he hid himself within the dense foliage. The couple passed without noticing him, unaware of the fugitive mere feet from them. Gale held his breath, his body tense as a wire, his heart thundering in his chest. The couple continued their walk, the sounds of their footsteps fading into the distance. He waited a beat longer, ensuring they were gone before he dared to move again. With a quiet exhale, Gale pulled himself free from the hedge and resumed his careful navigation through the garden. His chance to escape was still there, but it wouldn’t last long. Every second felt like an eternity. His only hope now was to slip past the remaining guards and out into the night, where freedom awaited. But as he moved forward, the garden seemed to stretch endlessly before him, and the reality of what he was about to do—the cost of his freedom—pressed heavily on his mind. The sun rose as the new day approcahed.Gale stayed,only to be shocked as more and more people hustled in.He sighed.This was his chance?Yes,it was.Gale started running,already being spotted by a guard.He started sprinting,running into a woman talking with a maid. "Sorry." He muttered,dashing past them.Gale reached out for the door,only to be tackled by the guards.They forced his hands behind his back as they shackled him again,bringing him to stand.Many new wounds covered his face.A cut under his eye,his lip was busted,and a cut on the side of his head poured red. "We should just kill you already,Gale." The guard growled,making him march. "Do it then.I dare you.I won't care.Neither will anybody else.It'll be just as stupid as me wasting my time here for doing something perfectly legal." Gale snapped back,whamming his elbow into the guards head. "You were hunting in the woods and left the boundaries." The guard growled,opening the door leading back to the dungeon.Gale ripped from their grasp,turning and facing the garden. "Freedom is fake here." He called,getting a few gasps before smirking and walking down the steps willingly. |
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Kayla stumbled slightly when he ran into her, taken aback by why he was running. She watched the chaos unfold, having seen this kind of thing happen before plenty of times. She sighed and turned back to the servant. "He's rumored to have comitted crimes in not only his own kingdom, b-but others as well." The servant stuttered, shocked by the words of the man. Kayla glanced at him again as he was led away, smirking when she saw his face. He was spirited, that's for sure. Too bad prince idiot won't be that exciting. She thought, listening as the servant went on |
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Gale's breath came in ragged bursts as he sprinted away from the prison’s stone walls, his shackles still clinking around his wrists. He could hear the guards’ shouts growing more distant, but the adrenaline in his veins pushed him forward, deeper into the sprawling royal gardens. He was no longer in the grim confines of the prison. The lush greenery of the royal grounds spread out before him, and the scents of roses, jasmine, and damp earth filled the air. But it wasn’t the beauty of the gardens that held his attention—it was the sudden realization that he wasn’t as defenseless as he had thought. In the distance, near a stone path lined with ancient oaks, a small building stood. It was unguarded for the moment, likely a storage shed for the royal hunters. He could see the faint flicker of torchlight within, signaling that the weapons and gear would be inside. A surge of hope and determination coursed through him as he made his way toward the shed, moving silently through the undergrowth. The door creaked as Gale pushed it open, slipping inside. The dim light revealed a collection of weapons: swords, shields, and most importantly, a polished bow resting against the far wall. A quiver of arrows sat nearby, neatly arranged. His pulse quickened as he moved swiftly, snatching the bow and arrows. He didn’t hesitate. His fingers worked quickly, stringing the bow with practiced ease. He knew that he might not have much time. The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, but it wasn’t the guards. It was the sound of palace staff—likely alerted by the commotion. Gale grabbed a thick, dark cloak hanging near the corner of the shed. It was simple, but it would help him blend into the night and disappear into the shadows. He pulled the cloak over his shoulders, its dark fabric hiding his tattered prison garb. With bow in hand and arrows slung over his back, he moved toward the exit. He crept back into the royal gardens, staying low and hidden among the hedges and towering trees. The royal gardens were a maze of flowerbeds, fountains, and twisting paths—perfect for disappearing into. Gale moved swiftly, taking care to stay out of sight, his cloak billowing in the breeze as he blended into the shadows. He could feel the weight of the bow against his back, a comforting reminder that he wasn’t entirely defenseless anymore. The sounds of the palace were far behind him now. The night was still and quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or distant call of a night bird. But Gale knew that time was short. He had to keep moving. He darted through the winding paths of the garden, using the dense trees and high hedges as cover. The gates to the outer world were close—just ahead, hidden behind an old stone wall. As he neared the edge of the garden, Gale heard the sound of hurried footsteps. They were closing in. His heart pounded. He had to act quickly. Without hesitation, he reached the stone wall and scaled it with ease, using the vines and ledges to pull himself up. With one last glance back at the guards rushing forward and the crowd in there looking, he slipped over the top and into the forest beyond. The royal gardens faded into the distance as Gale ran, the weight of the bow now a symbol of his freedom. The sound of his footsteps was all he could hear, mingling with the rustle of the leaves behind him. He was no longer a prisoner. He was a man on the run, and he had everything he needed to survive. |
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Kayla watched him and smirked in encouragement to him. She talked for a while with the servant until Caleb stormed over and took her inside again. She strained against his hold, fighting against him. He walked her to the main hall where a tall, blond man was standing, his hand folded politely. He smiled at Kayla and she realized who he was. The prince |
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Gale’s breath was ragged as he dashed through the underbrush, heart pounding in his chest. The fragrant scent of the royal gardens—the sharp, sweet perfume of roses and the earthy undertones of moss—faded behind him as the woods swallowed him whole. Tall trees, their trunks thick and ancient, stood like silent sentinels, their branches swaying in the wind and casting long, eerie shadows. The sound of his footsteps was muffled by the soft carpet of fallen leaves, but Gale could hear the faint crackle of distant pursuit. He slowed, his body still tense, feeling the sharp sting of branches brushing against his skin. His fingers were raw from clinging to the thorns in his escape, but he didn’t dare stop. Not yet. The air here was different—cooler, heavier. The oppressive heat of the royal gardens was replaced by a crisp, damp chill. It smelled of earth and pine, of secrets buried deep within the roots. Gale glanced back over his shoulder, the sound of his pursuers growing fainter, but the fear still gnawed at his insides. He couldn’t stop now. Not after everything. The forest held its own dangers, but for the moment, it was the only place where Gale could breathe freely, away from the suffocating expectations of the royal court. As the path ahead grew darker, the shadows deepening with each step, Gale took a steadying breath. The escape wasn’t over yet. But he had made it this far. |
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Kayla glared in return at the prince as he smiled greedily at her. "Kayla, this is your future husband" Caleb chirped, glad to be rid of her. "You leave with him in the morning." He added, gently pushing her in the prince's direction. "Pleased to meet you, beautiful princess Kayla" The prince murmured, taking her hand and kissing it before bowing. Kayla stayed silent, shooting daggers at him with her gaze. "I'll leave you to get aquainted" Caleb said proudly, shooting his sister a look before walking upstairs further. "Princess Kayla, i've heard about you. All amazing things" He said persuadingly, trying to take her hand. She yanked it away from him with a glare, turning on her heel and striding down the hall. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her back to him. "You're going to live with me, so you must get to know me" He insisted, smirking |
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The silence of the forest wrapped around Gale like a blanket, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind. It was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. He strained his ears, listening for any sign of his pursuers. The sound of their footsteps was no longer audible, but that didn't mean they weren't close. Gale’s boots crunched over the dry leaves, his legs aching from the sprint. The night air had grown colder, and the weight of his escape pressed on his chest, making it harder to breathe. The sudden stillness left him feeling exposed, vulnerable. He needed to keep moving. He glanced up at the dark canopy above, the tree branches twisting together like gnarled fingers, blocking out the moonlight. It felt as though the woods were swallowing him whole, isolating him from everything he had once known. Yet, there was something freeing about it, too. For the first time in years, he was alone. He wasn’t bound by the expectations of the court, the constant watchful eyes of the royal guards, or the smothering presence of the nobles. In the woods, it was just him and the rhythm of his breath. The crunch of a twig underfoot snapped him from his thoughts, and his pulse spiked. Gale froze, every muscle in his body tensed, his senses alert. A shadow moved through the trees. His heart hammered in his chest as he dropped low to the ground, his body instinctively blending into the shadows. The figure moved closer, its outline indistinct, but Gale could make out the silhouette of a person—too tall to be one of the royal guards, but still human. He waited, holding his breath, barely daring to make a sound. The figure came into view: a man, dressed in rugged, earth-toned clothing, his face hidden by a hood. He moved with a hunter's grace, every step deliberate and controlled. Gale felt a prickle of unease. He couldn’t be sure if this stranger was a threat or not, but it was too dangerous to take any chances. Just as the man passed by, Gale pushed off the ground, moving quickly but silently behind him. His breath caught in his throat as he approached, but he dared not make a sound. The woods seemed to close in around him, the tension rising with every step. The man stopped suddenly, and Gale froze, caught in the moment. A few heartbeats passed, the only sound the rustling of the leaves in the breeze. And then the stranger spoke, his voice low, a strange familiarity in his tone. “You’re running from something... or someone.” |
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Kayla walked beside and lightly behind the prince, feigning submissiveness to him. He had placed his hand on the small of her back, and she'd tensed the whole time they walked and he bragged about his kingdom. Kayla didn't comment, react, or speak at all while he talked until dinner. One of the servants came up to Kayla. "My lady, dinner is prepared and on the table" She said quietly, refusing to meet either person's gaze. Kayla nodded, dismissing the servant and jerked out of the prince's reach before speaking in a low tone. "I'm going to take the long way around, so if you'll excuse me" She said, her voice strong as she passed him and walked outside. She walked to her favorite bench, sitting down with curious eyes following her |
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