Demon Kingdom RP [Open!!]

Arya eyes Chrysa then her red eyes flick to the tent and she stiffens, "Uh oh…"

Elide watched shadows ripple near the table and stepped towards it, reaching out with her hands to touch the strange movements in the air. She bit her bottom lip, expecting to feel something.

Max jumped slightly and touched Arya's face, "Arya? What are you doing here?" he whispered.

Arya puts a finger to her lips and crawls away from him toward the tent but stays out of sight in the brush

Mira moved out of the way quickly enough that she wasn't touched. She cursed mentally as she narrowed her eyes.

He was silent for a moment, hissing under his breath. He stared at his reflection, before conjuring a ball of swirling darkness and throwing it to disrupt the calm water, distorting his image even more.

Elide continued to move towards it, unsheathing her sword. The shadows cast off of the table began to quiver as this "entity" continued to move.

Arya creeps up to the doorway of the tent, listening

Mira gently bent down under the table and all the shadows went still, no more movement as she went still.

Chrysa slowly walked to the tree line. She heard whispering, she slowly drew her sword. And was ready to fight. She spotted movement in the bushes near the tent and walked towards it instead, "Come out now."

Max stayed where he was, not sure if they were talking about him.

Arya gasps almost silently as she sees Chrysa drawing near Max. She couldnt move. If she went to save Max, Mira would get killed. If she went to save Mira… Max would die…

Elide paused, her grip on her sword loosening a little. She turned around in a full circle, the cold feeling still creeping up her back. The same cold sensation she had when she used to live with the monarchy.

Arya gasps almost silently as she sees Chrysa drawing near Max. She couldnt move. If she went to save Max, Mira would get killed. If she went to save Mira… Max would die…

(She's just really protective)

Chrysa called out to Elide, "The monarchy's here. And they might be wondering how I know. Simple y'all ain't showing yourselves."

Mira slowly moved from under the table, standing up opposite from Elide. Mira was getting light headed from being in this form for a bit longer than she was used too. She held back her giggle after hearing the call about them being here.

Arya crawls backward in the brush but not to far from the entrance of the tent

Elide glanced back around the tent and shook her head, stepping back out towards Chrysa. She stood next to her protectively, her fingers gliding over the knives at her side. "They're all here?"

Max tried to slow his breathing and make it quieter, succeeding slightly, but not enough. He tried thinking of ways to help Mira, but couldn't.

Arya looks at Max then the tent, "Oh god…" She hisses

Mira grabbed the bag of Septims as she silently reappeared as normal. She clipped the bag to her belt. She walked out behind Elide. "Not all of them. Just some ol' kids." Mara had clearly taken control again, Mira wouldn't walk out like this.

"Only three I think," Chrysa replied. She grasped her knowledge of the family, "The youngest ones and the older sister."

Mira grabbed the bag of Septims as she silently reappeared as normal. She clipped the bag to her belt. She walked out behind Elide. "Not all of them. Just some ol' kids."

Elide turned around towards the voice, a small growl escaping her lips as she recognized the girl. Mira. The Princess. "Your siblings then? I can't wait to meet them." Elide taunted, a smirk crossing her face to hide her anxiety.

Arya stands, "Run!" She yelps at Max then turns to the tent

Chrysa rushed at Arya pulling her blade against them, "Not so fast."

Arya snarls, fangs bared and claws out

Chrysa smirked, "Chicken? Bawk bawk bawk!"

Arya inches toward the tent entance

"Oh no you don't," Chrysa pulled the blade and cut Arya, "Your opponent is me!"

"Oh no you don't," Chrysa pulled the blade and cut Arya, "Your opponent is me!"

(Where did she cut Arya?)
Arya shrieks in pain, snarling at Chrysa but backing away
(brb)

(The arm.)