Fyzenguard The Unsheathed

*This wasn’t his time, so Fyzenguard had sat in his chair leaned back. His eyes were whipping around, like undecided lighting wanting to flash. His hands clasped together, their pale nature slowly lowering down into his the lap of his black leather pants as he looked around. Were all people here noble? It was lingering throughout his head before…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard looked down, deeply and exhaustively into her deep emerald eyes. Or could they be like olives…Fyzenguard loved olives. Especially with fleyic noodles, tomato sauce, and ground beef all mixed up in one. Why was he thinking about food, oh that was right…her eyes. Lyra would watch as a small smile sprouted from his lips. Ohh how he…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard was surprised as she threw her arms around him, it felt like slowly they were inching closer and closer to something special each time they held hands or felt a sensual touch.  He felt her slender arms wrap around him, her head place to his toned chest for a moment. Both looked up and down into each other eyes, Fyzenguards stormy eyes…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard was surprised as she threw her arms around him, it felt like slowly they were inching closer and closer to something special each time they held hands or felt a sensual touch.  He felt her slender arms wrap around him, her head place to his toned chest for a moment. Both looked up and down into each other eyes, Fyzenguards stormy eyes…[Read more]

*That was the exact thing Fyzenguard hadn’t wanted, he didn’t want to be king or prince. He despised the title and would have rather lived a life or more adventure and with much more traveling. Not sitting on a throne and taking what was others. It was only so rare that you got a good king or prince, and Fyzenguard wasn’t feeling that he was. But…[Read more]

*As Fyzenguard entered his smile was swept from his face as he looked up, those lighting blue eyes fierce and piercing through the smoke quite easily having instinctive elven blood, yet unknown to most…but Ulric most possibly. Fyzenguard was already regretting this decision, he almost felt like a child walking into something he hadn’t wanted to…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard had sat, head rested into the palm of his hand, hair waving down like lushes waves across his shoulders and chest. He felt clean, he felt alive, he felt like he had escaped his little jail cell in order to do this for Lyra. Why was it such a big change, it reminded him of something perhaps? His free hand rested down onto the table, his…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard hadn’t looked down feeling Lyra’s slender fingers wrap around his and taking his hand. His fingers balled up with hers, his thumb rugging the back of her hand softly as they continued out of the store.  Lyra could feel a gentle squeeze against her hand, his warm…but his skin so pale, delicate. It seemed like if Fyzenguard would have…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard had leaned against the wall for several moments, watching Lyra look around the store, glancing back at him. A small sigh had come out, a little happy sigh, the type of sigh that passed against the winds like a friend, never to be seen but held the strongest of emotion and feeling. His slender arms, long and crossed rested the only…[Read more]

As they had both gotten out, the fair sun had shined down apon the world, smiling. Today was a great day, nothing less of the saying and nothing more. The soft rays of the sun reseted onto fyzenguards beautifully pale skin which whisped of of a pleasurable cold. Those lighting blue eyes cast away through the town, it was graceful, superb, and…[Read more]

“Thats rather good, the sword won’t leave my side no matter the costs. But some places do ask not to bring swords in, like certain taverns. All I know is…if this sword is not in the same room as me, it will appear back in the sheath.” *Fyzenguard says leaning back and hearing the rider yell* “HAYAA” *Then a crack of the reins was heard before…[Read more]

“Lord Protector, means I am a protector of the people and my father. Its..a bit higher status than a knight. They call on me when theirs a rather large problem. Then again, I am a…” *Fyzenguard stopped, Lyra noticed it again. He had a problem with saying things to close personal friends…or was that everyone. Was that the reason he stayed away…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard felt her soft touch to his lips, it was addictive…tempting…or was it just the mood. His stormy eyes cracked like lighting as they had stared into each other eyes, her like a gem hidden under the ground…a little..”Shh” secret. What was so secret”Shh”. Slowly his eyes began to pull her in, slowly they became more tempting, making…[Read more]

*Fyzenguard gave a soft sigh as they began to walk out of the bathing room. It was a little ways from the tavern, but they entered back. A small fire had been built in the middle of the room, the stone around carved into mistletoe. It looked quite old, maybe it symbolized something, maybe something is forgotten. Who knows, however, Fyzenguard…[Read more]

“Hmm, that’s what’s wrong with many born into loyalty. They were given everything, anything they wanted, so they began to look a bit farther down then others. I…I’m not saying I am better but I have seen things like that throughout my life. Tis one of the reasons I ran away also, caught onto work, to learn to be strict on yourself, learn honor.…[Read more]