Warriors
by:
Coff33-Bean 
246
246
06.11.2024
28 comments
Saschart
07.11.2024 04:01
Link👀👀👀
Coff33-Bean[OP]
07.11.2024 13:47
LinkHEY!
Saschart
08.11.2024 13:56
Linkoh mb forgot about this lolll
Coff33-Bean[OP]
08.11.2024 13:56
LinkThats alright- do you want to start??
Saschart
08.11.2024 18:11
Linkyes how do i do this
Coff33-Bean[OP]
08.11.2024 18:43
LinkLol, well, use the theme that we talked about and just imagine details, and then throw your character into the mix of things.
Saschart
09.11.2024 00:06
Linkuhhhh you start 😭🙏
Coff33-Bean[OP]
11.11.2024 15:43
LinkNahhhh- you start
Saschart
11.11.2024 16:43
LinkI AINT DONE THIS BEFORE
Coff33-Bean[OP]
11.11.2024 16:56
LinkLol- GO FOR IT, QUEEN!
Saschart
11.11.2024 17:17
LinkNOOOOOO I DONT UNDERSTAND do i start like with a character saying something or describe a scene or what 😭🙏🙏
Coff33-Bean[OP]
11.11.2024 20:34
LinkWhen you start, describe a scene, it doesn't even have to be perfect- try to add sensory details, like what does the scene look like?
Saschart
12.11.2024 02:03
Linkidk crap about 1500s scottland
Saschart
12.11.2024 02:07
Linkhow about YOU set the scene and i can like start the plot or something ✋😔
Coff33-Bean[OP]
12.11.2024 13:51
LinkHere, I'll just start-))
Bjorn walked around the town, searching for the marketplace that was supposedly supposed to come to his rinky-dink little town. He ran his hand through his orange locks, sighing. "Where is it, bloody hell..." He started to become agitated, trying to follow the map. In the early morning sun, his upper body glowed in the sunlight, his kilt flowing in the breeze. Bjorn was a beautiful man, he took after his father with his mother eyes and gentleness. With broad, wide shoulders, huge arms covered with tattoo's along with his chest. He had some stubble on his face, which he rubbed out of habit. He was the most eligible bachelor in his town.
woahhh youre good at this
okok
An ornate carriage bumped and jostled its way down the road, before coming to a stop at a street corner. The doors opened and a man stepped out, followed by a young woman. She was wearing a wide dress with delicately laced sleeves, and her her red hair was coiled into an intricate bun. However, the thud of her feet on the cobblestone made it clear that her shoes were anything but dainty. Bjorn's mumblings caught her attention, and she peered over at him, raising a hand in greeting.
Bjorn paused in his mumblings, and looked up at her. His face turned a bright red, embarrassed that he'd been caught talking to himself. "Greetin's lass..."
(not gonna act like ik how to write a scottish accent so just pretend)
She studied his face, feeling a vague sense of familiarity wash over her. It was like she knew him from somewhere...
Her mind drifted back to the list of men her mother had found suitable for marriage. It was her turn to flush, as the realization that he was at the very top of it struck her. He was...handsomer than his portraits.
She averted her eyes downwards and prayed he wouldn't notice.
"Hello," she said, somewhat curtly, "Are you lost?"
"Aye, I am...just a wee bit lost..." He ran his hand through his curly, orange locks. Bjorn's baby blue eyes scanned her up and down, interest written all over his face. "Can you help, lassie?"
"Depends what you mean by help," she replied, "I'm not allowed out much, but I am familiar with these streets..." Her fingers danced along the hem of her skirt.
"Avery!" a gruff voice called from behind her. The man she had embarked with was squinting at her through bushy eyebrows. "You have one hour. I'll be at the marketplace down the street; come find me if you wish to leave before your time is up."
"Got it," Avery said, turning away to hide her eyeroll. Then her gaze flickered upwards back at Bjorn.
Bjorn looked back at the man, and then back to Avery. He let a loose smile carve his face, as he walked up to her. When he walked, his muscled legs would flex and it looked divine in the sunlight. Bjorn paused right in front of her. "I think your in the wrong end of town, lassie. Your too pretty to be with us bloakes."
Her eyes widened for a split second before her lips settled into a slight smirk. She was slightly miffed at his words, but for some reason her thoughts were scrambling at the word "pretty".
"I'm exactly where I need to be," she responded, though not without humor, "And you yourself are a bit..." She glanced down at his form and swallowed. "...Out of place. Do you always strut around town without a tunic?"
He smiled a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is how men of my family dress, lass. We like to show off our strength.."
"Even in winter." Bjorn chuckled and looked at her. " 've had yet to know of your name, lass? Certainly it's somethin' beautiful as you."
By now she was growing certain he didn't know who she was, and the question caused her to falter. She wondered if her name had made it onto any of his lists. Quickly, she pushed the thought away; what was she, a school girl?
"I'm Avery," she replied, "And you?"
It may not have been the best plan to act as though she didn't know him, but it certainly helped her pride.
"Bjorn. Bjorn Lauchlin." He shot her his best smiles, and reached his big, strong hand out for him to shake. "Avery is a pretty name. Suits yer eyes.."