Violet

It was getting very late in the night and Darkleer had made it very clear that he needed to head off to his post. Dualscar just gave him a hefty smile and waved goodbye to his…friend maybe? He shrugged this off and wandered around the castle until he found himself a quiet area with a wall he could prop up against.

Dualscar felt nothing but worry for the olive blood he danced with last night. The smile she bore, the way she looked in her gown, and how she presented herself to him. Dualscar's ears flushed violet for a moment as he thought of how different things could have been. He swore to himself he would not fall for the huntress. He had that blasted pirate to deal with. Then again…his journey has been fruitless since it began with that cerulean blood. She just broke his heart and mind…over and over again. The sea dweller looked down at his rings as he pondered deeply.

Oh how he wished to have a woman like the Disciple. Following him everywhere, smiling, and dancing. Listening to every word he said with great interest. Dualscar flushed again as he kept thinking. The love Signless had with the olive blood must have been truly amazing. Dualscar was jealous of the union. That was in his nature. He always wanted something he could not have.

He was one of the ones amongst the party to find the Disciple. That was the only reason why the Grand High Blood spared his life to begin with. He helped find his dead friends kitten in order to keep his life. Dualscar sighed with remorse. It was the same for the blue blood as well. He smirked and leaned back onto a wall as he stared up at the sky. "You, my friend, are forbidden to see her ever again." A light chuckle rose from his chest. "You executed the poor kitten's lover…and the Grand High Bloods friend."

The thought made him angry. Why is that blue blood still around?! Why wasn't he exiled?! All he did was let the olive blood suffer further and brought her back to the Grand High Blood. He wanted to kill Darkleer himself. Shaking his head he calmed himself, running his jeweled fingers through his hair, and closed his eyes. There was so much he wanted to do with himself. The anger he felt, his jealousy, and his blood thirsty ways.

If the olive blood could help the High Bloods mind…maybe she could help his? He opened his eyes again focusing on the stars. The olive land dwelling low blood already had his heart. Dualscar growled from under his breath. What can he do now? He should have captured the olive blood while he had the chance. Now he is severely regretting every action he has done thus far.

"Who could predict…that I, Orphaner Dualscar, would have such feelings for that girl."

Dualscar was seriously considering kidnapping the olive blood and claiming her as his own. Obviously this plan was madness and he threw such an idea out of his mind. Or would he? A playful smirk formed on his lips as he pondered once more. "This could get interesting…" He smiled brightly as he stepped away from the wall. Dualscar had quite the pop in his step as he walked down the halls to his own living quarters in the High Bloods castle.

The violet blood was in the clear for conspiring against the High Blood anyway. He helped retrieve his kitten, did he not? His boots made a pleasant echo throughout the dark hallway. Dualscar paused for a moment, looking over to the forbidden wing of the castle, and he swore he heard a scream. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him. As much as he wanted to go investigate, he didn't feel like losing his head over a scream, and he barely escaped dying the day before.

The violet blood shrugged off the noise and continued down the dark hall as the sound of his footsteps echoed again. He has traveled quite a bit the last few days and he would very much like to gain his strength back. Along with clearing his head; for he had much to think about.

Blue

Darkleer was alert as he walked around the castle grounds. Passing by fellow blue bloods, they exchanged reports, and nothing unusual was reported. He was at ease for once in his life, but he still felt sick for what he had done. Everything was in disarray because of his actions. He continued to walk along the castle walls as he spotted Dualscar walking back to the inner part of the castle. He must have been heading to his chambers to rest.

The blue blood turned his gaze away from the violet blood. He did not see anything that was abnormal to him at all. He sighed deeply as he adjusted the quiver on his back. The blue blood still did not know how to feel about himself. He believed that he himself should be the one dead; not Signless.

A breeze came across the castle walls. Darkleer's hair danced around in the wind as he stared off at a distant light. The faint light reminded him of the olive blood he captured. The darkness from the night overtook the rest of the land, yet there was a little light left, and this reminded him of her. The wind howled throughout the castle stone. Making a eerie sound that sent chills down the his spine. It sounded like the howls of a woman.

He felt himself sway as he covered his mouth. The sound of Signless' friends screaming at him to stop. The Disciple running in front of his arrow. Tears streamed down the olive blood's face as he stared back. Hollow and unfeeling. Everything was happening so fast for him; he had no idea what he was doing. Darkleer shoved the Disciple away from target. Within moments the arrow left his fingers. The bow string was released from his fingers as the feathers from the arrow glided across his fingers.

Darkleer covered his mouth and hung over the edge of the castle walls. He almost lost the contents of his stomach. Shutting his eyes, he tried to push the memory out of his mind, and it was proving to be more difficult every time. The things that he has done are starting to catch up with him. Why was he him alive? He recovered himself from the side of the wall and leaned against it. The wind welcomed his back quickly as his hair whipped around again. The arrows shifted in his quiver as he removed them from his back.

"I killed Signless..." He slipped down the stone and onto the ground; letting the quiver drop beside him. "...But I couldn't kill Disciple..." He then dropped his bow on the other side of him. Darkleer was reduced to nothing. Nothing he could do now could change anything. The blue blood felt his eyes water from the sudden emotion. Darkleer sunk deeper into the shadow as he tried to collect himself.

The shadow cloaked him. Kept him hidden from any unwanted gaze.

After his moment, he rose from the ground, and he seemed to have finally calmed down. The blue blood picked up his quiver and bow. Darkleer couldn't do anything now. His mind was still clouded, but he had a job to do. Readjusting his weapons he began to walk along the castle walls. Only the howling wind accompanied him along his journey. The crunching sound of shifting gravel was heard as he made his way down the castle wall walkway.

He was emotionally compromised, but he didn't need to miss the checkpoint on guard duty. The blue blood had plenty of time for self pity. Well, he really didn't to be honest, but he kept telling himself that.