Ariadne's eyelids fluttered open as the sunlight the bled from her bedroom window's curtains found its way into her pupils. She did not groan, nor did she squint or look away, she merely just got up and continued with her regular washing and other things for the day. After that, the maiden picked up her teacup and plate that was placed by her nightstand the night before and headed to where she had heard voices. She walked along the long hallway that led to the living room, and chimed a "Good morning," even though there wasn't any one there. She was about the head into the kitchen when she saw it.
It- that thing that left her a strange feeling when she got out of bed. That creature that led her feeling curious as the day progressed- that bird. It. She was struck with awe, losing control over her body and dropping the teacup. When it shattered, the bird was frightened and flew away to the nearby entrance before she could utter any words. Why was it here? Was it really not a dream? Could it be her imagination?
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Sample # 2
Casually, Alexander found himself again walking through the large forest. He found it relaxing here. Not that his home wasn't relaxing. He was treated more simply as a commoner, due to the fact no one ever knew of him being a prince. But the blood of a prince flowed within him. He never liked to be treated like he was something special. Looking back, the only person who knew of his royalty, the elderly woman who'd taken him in so many years back, still treated him like he was just another person, and like he was her son. He liked being treated so casually. He'd never known what it was like- to be in a kingdom, to be pampered, to have servants, or be fed to the fullest extent. He didn't even know what it was like to have a father. Even though he doubted having a king as a father would be too great. Who wants someone all high and mighty as a father? He could only see himself being stressed by growing to be exactly like him.
Lost in his mind again, it seemed Jarayun had snapped him back, landing on his shoulder with an alarming chirp. Surprised slightly by the small bird, he'd straightened up automatically, his eyes scanning the scenery around him. Still in the forest. Now, just to find where in the forest. He could tell he was away from a trail. He couldn't hear the sounds of cars passing anywhere near-by. But he could hear someone talking. He couldn't tell what he could be talking about, yet, though.
Listening intently, Alexander stood in his spot, closing his eyes carefully. The sound of the male's voice drifted from not too far off, but that's all he could tell. Then the distinct smell of blood had hit him. Metallic, and thick. He'd never liked this smell, but he was used to it ever since he'd found Jarayun way back. He thanked his sense of smell for a moment, then headed toward the smell, fearing someone could be injured, or maybe hoping he'd run into a fight. Somehow, running into fights was always fun, even though he always ended up getting himself involved in it.
Jarayun lifted herself from Alexander's shoulder, flying slightly ahead of him. Obviously she'd be better at looking for this person then he was. For one, she was a bird. She began to chirp repeatedly once she'd found the man, and Alexander followed that sound now. He could tell he was very close now. Then, pushing his way slightly between some bushes, he'd stumbled into a small clearing, with a man sitting on the ground, a deer standing off to the side, and a fox with it's nose in the man's pocket. Then he'd noticed the man's gun. Even though it was sheathed, he told himself it might not be such a good idea to make trouble with this one. And he also hadn't neglected to ask himself why the man had the gun. Was he hunting? If he was, why was he not shooting the deer or fox right now?
His eyes ran down the man's body as he stood there silently, taking in the situation. The man had several cuts, in his clothing and scattered across his skin. Then his leg... It was in fact bleeding badly. He grimaced slightly, and then stood awkwardly, wondering how long he could have been just standing here, staring this man and the two animals over. Jarayun settled herself once more on Alexander's shoulder as he contemplated what to say. "Like some help?" He asked, looking over the mans leg once more, noticing it was wrapped in a leaf. That probably wouldn't do the best for his leg, but it was smart thinking. And now; just who was this man talking to earlier?
Lost in his mind again, it seemed Jarayun had snapped him back, landing on his shoulder with an alarming chirp. Surprised slightly by the small bird, he'd straightened up automatically, his eyes scanning the scenery around him. Still in the forest. Now, just to find where in the forest. He could tell he was away from a trail. He couldn't hear the sounds of cars passing anywhere near-by. But he could hear someone talking. He couldn't tell what he could be talking about, yet, though.
Listening intently, Alexander stood in his spot, closing his eyes carefully. The sound of the male's voice drifted from not too far off, but that's all he could tell. Then the distinct smell of blood had hit him. Metallic, and thick. He'd never liked this smell, but he was used to it ever since he'd found Jarayun way back. He thanked his sense of smell for a moment, then headed toward the smell, fearing someone could be injured, or maybe hoping he'd run into a fight. Somehow, running into fights was always fun, even though he always ended up getting himself involved in it.
Jarayun lifted herself from Alexander's shoulder, flying slightly ahead of him. Obviously she'd be better at looking for this person then he was. For one, she was a bird. She began to chirp repeatedly once she'd found the man, and Alexander followed that sound now. He could tell he was very close now. Then, pushing his way slightly between some bushes, he'd stumbled into a small clearing, with a man sitting on the ground, a deer standing off to the side, and a fox with it's nose in the man's pocket. Then he'd noticed the man's gun. Even though it was sheathed, he told himself it might not be such a good idea to make trouble with this one. And he also hadn't neglected to ask himself why the man had the gun. Was he hunting? If he was, why was he not shooting the deer or fox right now?
His eyes ran down the man's body as he stood there silently, taking in the situation. The man had several cuts, in his clothing and scattered across his skin. Then his leg... It was in fact bleeding badly. He grimaced slightly, and then stood awkwardly, wondering how long he could have been just standing here, staring this man and the two animals over. Jarayun settled herself once more on Alexander's shoulder as he contemplated what to say. "Like some help?" He asked, looking over the mans leg once more, noticing it was wrapped in a leaf. That probably wouldn't do the best for his leg, but it was smart thinking. And now; just who was this man talking to earlier?
