Demon Kingdom RP [Open!!]

Arya was moving her fingers slightly now

"Not only will the people of this kingdom, who fear you, but the people of your own kingdom will rise against you," Chrysa walked towards them, "Even some of the people in your own armies are going to turn against you. And you can do nothing to stop them. You've sat on your pretty little thrones getting whatever you've wanted for years now. It's time the people fought back."

Elide continued to sit next to Arya, waiting for her to wake up. She had spoken to the princess once before. Arya had asked her to fetch a dress for a ball that night. She had no idea why she was so nervous to talk to her again.

Arya's eyes flick back to their normal position and she blinks furiously, still very pale but she looks around, "Where… The… Twins?" She spots Elide and she attempts at a snarl but fails miserably, "What… Did you… Do to… Them."

Elide glared back at the girl, but it resembled a embarrassed smile. "They're fine. And I just save your life, princess." She shot back.

Mira looked down at her lap. "Maybe so, but change isn't always good. I can't and I won't let our bloodline be defeated so easily, and there are plenty who still support us." She closed her eyes. "Now, if you think trapping us in a dome of fire will make us join you, you're dead wrong. There is no point in keeping us here longer, we won't budge a bit."

Arya snarls tirdly, rolling on her stomach and pushing herself up on her hands and knees but her limbs shake and she crashes to the side, clutching her still bleeding wounds

"Don't move." Elide snapped, kneeling down next to Arya and motioning her to lay back down. She grabbed some of the medical supplies and started to stitch up the wound on her arm.

Arya shrieks with pain, clawing at Elide's hands

"I know it won't," Chrysa sighed. She pulled out a piece of paper. She handed it to Mira, "If you burn that paper that means I know you've changed your mind. I'm not going to force you right now, but you two need to open your eyes. Because change is coming and you can't stop it."

Chrysa removed the dome of fire and flew back to Elide.

"Stop, I'm going to hurt you!" Elide yelled, pinning Arya's arms back down.

Arya snarls, biting at her

"Fine. Help yourself." Elide growled, leaning back and putting her hands up in surrender.

Mira looked at the paper, slipping it into a pocket. She picked up Max and carried him to the castle. (With Mara's help xD) She layed him on his bed and debated going back for Arya, but she didn't like leaving her twin, even at home.

Chrysa flew back into the encampment. She walked into the medical tent, "How's she doing/"

Arya gets up on her injured arm -that trembled with her weight- and used her free hand to take the needle and string that was stuck in her arm and started to stitch it up herself

(I've gtg)

"Other than being difficult," Elide smirked, glancing over at Chrysa. "She's fine. Just needs a few stitches."

Arya gets up on her injured arm -that trembled with her weight- and used her free hand to take the needle and string that was stuck in her arm and started to stitch it up herself

"Just let me do it, okay?" Elide sighed, watching Arya struggle with the string. "I wouldn't bring you here if I was going to hurt you."

"And it looks like she's doing it herself," Chrysa pointed out. She walked over to Arya, "Need some help?"

Arya snarls up at Chrysa with a string clamped in her teeth as she ties the arm stitches with a yank that made her yelp. She banged the ground once, took a deep breath then sat up to do her foot that was barefoot

"Hold her back Chrysa." Elide finally said, kneeling down next to Arya and taking the needle and thread from her hands. "Don't move and stop being stubborn."

Arya snaps at her, clawing at her hands

(I have to go soon)

Chrysa held Arya down easily, "You can't beat years of training girlie."

Arya snaps at Chrysa but her head falls back again, loosing consciousness for a split second
(gtg)

( K )

Elide took the thread and began to stitch up the cut on her foot slowly, her eyes shifting to a softer shade of greyish blue as she worked. After a few minutes, she tied the string off and brushed strands of hair out of her face. "Anywhere else that needs stitching?"

(Bye.)

"Not that I can see," Chrysa slumped down, "She's out too."

Elide nodded and stumbled up to grab some more medical supplies for Chrysa. She winced as the deep gash in her shoulder throbbed, but she covered it up with a pained smile.