Yoshiya
Clever - Demanding - Conceited
c h e s s m a s t e r
Pet Name: Yoshiya
Owner: unicorn
Theme / Type: Blush Gourix
Born: November 30, 2009
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Erba
MisticPal Age: 5268 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 1
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
t h e p r i n c e
"I have never met anyone more intimidating than the little Russian boy who was very skillful at a game of chess."
We all have greatness inside us.
Mine just happens to be even more magnificent than all of yours.
After all, a prince of darkness is a master of disguise.
And I am very, very good at what I do.
l e g e n d - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Here... this should work.
Ahh, there it goes. Look. Like I told you... it's black.
I wonder why that is?
Bryan. Bry-an. Over here. Clean this up. It's gotten all over my clothes. Look at that.
...
Do you want to hear a funny story, Bryan?"
Bryan, the young man's butler ,walked over to his young master in long, elegant strides. Getting down on one knee in front of him, he whipped out a handkerchief from a pocket inside his vest. After flattening it out on his knee he gently, but firmly, he held the skinny forearm of Yoshiya van Direnzo. He examined it closely, gray eyes glinting through fringes of black hair. His expression was unreadable; his glasses made it hard to see his eyes, which were usually the only way to tell what he was thinking -- and only Yoshiya had mastered such a skill at that -- but a slightly tightened grip on his arm told Yoshiya that his loyal servant's interest had been piqued.
"Young Master, I wouldn't might if you'd stop slashing your wrists with that dagger of yours just get my attention. It's really quite... messy and probably isn't the best for your health."
"Shush," Yoshiya chirped. His legs dangled above the floor in his high throne. He started to swing them playfully, like a school boy of a younger age, "I do what I want. And right now, I want you to listen to my story."
Bryan didn't bother trying to disguise his loud sigh into a fake cough. He dabbed at the wound Yoshiya had cut straight down his arm with his handkerchief. It was, indeed as Yoshiya said it, black. There was no blood leaking out: in its place was a thicker, darker liquid. It clotted rather quickly, and Bryan folded the soaked handkerchief and returned it to his pocket.
He got up from his knees, patted and patted his pants down before straightening up. He held one hand over his chest and bowed.
"Perhaps later," Bryan's voice dripped with bitterness, "I was in the middle of some chores when you called me. I don't believe the king--"
"Well excuse me," Yoshiya's voice was drenched in the same bitterness, only much, much stronger, "I don't think I should have to remind you that I am the prince here, I rule this kingdom, and I command you to stay right here. If you should want to impress anyone in his country right now, your best choice would be me. And all I want you to do is just stand there and listen."
Bryan's hair was again falling into his face. His face was composed in a style of slight boredom.
profile done and all but i don't feel like coding it all again.
shoot me.
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