My Consience Is An Animal?!

When the mideval times was alive, consciences were ignored, rebellion was current and nobody could stop them. There was a consience who decided to reveal herself to her holder. It took a long time to figure out how and how to explain. This was secret between the girl and th concience. The conciences came to her as a dragon.
During this rebellios time, more and more consciences revealed themselves. All of these people worked for the king.
They were secret.
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Ok. Now. Your conscience can be anything you want. Wolf, fox,dragon and whatnot. But they can't change.

Name:
Conscience species:
Conscience appearance:
Your appearance:
What do you do for a living(Jobs in the castle):
Extra:
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I'll post mine later. I gotta go! PM me with questions!

Name: Tessa Black

Conscience species: wolf

Conscience appearence: black wolf, the very tip of her tail is white

Your appearance: black hair with blue streaks, dark green eyes, and a white shirt. Her green cloak flys behind her when shes running.

Job in the castle: servant

extra: her conscience stands for all of the qualities of a wolf. has the power to controll electricity.

Name: Darrian Trent

Conscience species: bull

Conscience appearence: white with flecks of red, long white horns with black tips, massive strength and wisdom, represents the qualities of a blacksmith.

Your appearance: dirty blond hair, heavyily tanned rugged skin, deep blue eyes, lots of brute strength, is slow to anger, wise. When not in his blacksmith apron, wears a green shirt with brown pants, and kneww high boots.
Job in the castle: Blacksmith

Tessa just finished the laundry of the king when a bright flash of light appeared. Tessa covered her eyes. There before her stood a black female wolf. The white tip of her tail swayed. "Wwhh-who are you?" Tessa questioned, scared. "Why, I am your conscience, Tessa Black!" The wolf spoke perfect english. "M-my conscience?" "Yes! I am here to help you through your que--er, life!" "My life?" "Yes." The wolf spoke calmly. "I am all of your qualities put together, Tessa, I am you." This wolf's voice calmed Tessa. "I have decided to reveal myself to you! Let me explain what you can do with me. You can ride me, but only when other people are gone. I am only visible to you, unless I choose to reveal myself to other people. When other people are around, and you need help, you have to send me a mental picture! Its telepathy." The wolf explained. "But why me?" Tessa said " Because I thought you would be special. I have been told by the Lord himself, that you and other people have been chosen to-" the wolf broke off "What have I been chosen to do?" Tessa demended "I can't tell you." "Who is "Lord" ?" "Lord? The Lord of Spirits." The wolf sounded calm and chipper. "Ok..." Tessa was confused. "Can you tell me who else has a conscience revealed to them?" "I don't know anybody. Oh and you can call me Silver." Said Silver. "Ill help you finish your chores!" "Oh you don't have to!" "I wanna!" This wolf acted like Tessa.Duh.

(OOC: If you don't mind, seeing as this is taking place in the Middle ages, can I control all NPCs? I can imitate Middle English pretty well, but not to the full extent, so that others can understand them)

Name: Akishra
Conscience species: Horse (Shehrasin)
Conscience appearance: Bay mare, average size for an Arabian horse
Your appearance: Dirty-blonde hair, going to just under her shoulder blades. Blue eyes. Thin leather for her clothes - vest and pants. Mocassins. A black cloak (hood attatched, though usually down) obscures her clothing and footwear.
What do you do for a living(Jobs in the castle): Fool (court jester)
Extra: Akishra has pretty strong telekenesis, but it tires her to use. Shehrasin was her horse as a child, and revealed herself to her long ago, but they kept it secret. Her telekenesis is the main reason she was chosen as court jester; the fact she can sing and make any instrument sound melodic is the rest. She doesn't trust men much.

Akishra was in the stables, brushing off Shehrasin. 'Keep going there,' Shehrasin said. 'There's something there that's bothering me.'

'Alright,' Akishra said, running the brush over that area. At about that time, a milk maid came. 'His noble lord requesteth thy presaunce,' said the maid. 'Quoth he that he wants a melodeye, and knowing of thee, ever ready, he bade me cometh get you.'

'And I thank thee for't; be mine services ever ready for mine noble king,' replied Akishra. Damn, she hated Middle English. She just hoped she could get back to her time soon. 'Wilst though take Shehrasin? An annoyaunce has she, and fear be mine, that she wilst not ride the morrow for't.'

'Nay fear, mine lady,' responded the maid. 'Thou hast helpest me in mine time, and now shalt I returneth thy favour to thee!'

Akishra handed the brush to the maid and walked inside the king's chamber. Some ribbons were laid out on the table, but, when she began to lift them from a distance, the king put up his hand.

'Save't for a time; a melodeye now is for what I wish,' he said. 'I eek want the ribbons, but nay now.' (OOC: eek = also)

Akishra bowed her head slightly in aquiecence, and picked up a lute she saw near the ribbons. Sitting on a stool and crossing a leg over one knee to hold it better, she began to pluck the strings slowly, singing softly under her breath.

TING TING TING Sparks flew as Darrian pounded a molten piece of metal on his anvil, the metal was actually going to be a sword for the prince. The prince's messenger had come the day before and requested it be ready two days from now at the prince's wedding. Darrian paused ofr a second to gauge the steel and find what areas needed pounded more before he set it back into the furnace. "Oh stop it! You know as well as I that you pound the most even blade in the land Darrian, quit gauging it and get it done." a voice said in his head. Darrian turned to a huge bull standing idly in a stall a short ways from his shop the bull stood staring at him twitching his tail slowly, and chewing his cud. What nobody knew was that this bull, whos name was Tyrin, was Darrian's conscience. Tyrin had come to Darrian the day he had opened his shop some ten years ago, over the years Darrian and Tyrin had perfected talking to one another telekenetically. "This is a sword for the Prince, Tyrin all the greatest eyes in the land will see it, it must be perfect." Darrian said smiling at the bull. "Huh whatever you say I say you are making yourself more work then need be done." the bull replied rolling his eyes as best he could. Darrian chuckled then turned back to pounding the blade.

Akishra finished singing her song and stood up, putting the lute away.

'Sirra, commeth to me,' said the king, addressing a servent at his side. 'Bringeth here the mount of our fare Maiden Akishra,' he said, 'and let her put her mount through the ribbons. Prithee, away!' And the servent left, only to come back a short time later with Shehrasin in tow.

Come on, Akishra said to her horse. I know you don't like it, but we have no choice.

Shehrasin shook free the servant leading her and cantered to Akishra. Taking a deep breath, she twirrled her hands, causing multi-coloured ribbons to fly, and Shehrasin jumped through and around them, allowing herself to be affected by her mistress' telekenesis when nessesary.

It was disgusting. The king was disgusting. But if Akishra ever hoped to find the City of the White Wolf again, she had to.

TSSSSS The hiss of hot steel in cold water sounded throughout the smithy as Darrian dipped the now almost complete blade into a barrel of water. A cloud of steam rose around him then quickly disappeared as he set the blade to the side. "Well, Tyrin my friend, that is it for today we just have to do the scrawling, fit the blade to the handle, sharpen it, and polish it, then present it to the prince. For now let us go home and rest, maybe on the way we will see that fair maiden Akishra." Tyrin snorted at the mention of Akishra, Darrian had been infatuated with that women for years now ever since he layed eyes on her. Tyrin thought she was ok, but her conscience uhhh! That darn mare annoyed Tyrin to no end. Darrian stepped out of the smithy his leather apron now gone and his arms and face washed. Darrian's rippled underneath his shirt as he lifted the gate to let Tyrin out, not that he couldn't have done it himslf, but that would have looked quite odd.

That was one thing Darrian liked about Tyrin, Tyrin allowed everyone to see him, however everyone just saw him as an extra strong elegant ox. Tyrin helped Darrian all the time pulling carts, sledges, and various other tasks that the smithy did at his smithy and on his small farm just outside the citadel walls, not to far from the stables. Conveniant for Darrian to go visit Akishra. Darrian secured a rope to Tyrin's neck, and began "leading" him in the direction of their farm, the rope was really just for other people's convenince so they didn't suspect anything. Slowly the two friends ambled their way along the road towards home, chatting the whole way in their minds.

(Sure! You can control the NPC's. I admire your skill in typing mideval!)

Tessa had some time with Silver to listen to the harp. Tessa admired the jesters. They were so brave to stand on a galloping horse's back. Her personal favorite jester was Akishra. Her power to find no fear in doing her job infront of the King Himself. King Lukishar was fair. "The harp music is beautiful!" A voice cried in her head. It was Silver. "Yes." She sent a message back.
"Could I send a mental message to the jester?" "No, you only can if she has a visible consciense, even if she did, we don't want to go around making trouble now would we?" Silver's wise words echoed in her head.

It wasn't long before Akishra's act finally finished. Feeling her telekenetic powers waning, she threw her arms out to either side to expell the ribbons, comming down on one knee and bending her head in one smooth motion to indicate the show was over. The king even permitted himself to clap.

'Ah, glad was I this day,' he said, 'to find myself in thy presaunce! Now, away, I bid thee nay disturb me further.'

Akishra stood up, bowed her head, and whistled to Shehrasin. The mare trotted in a wide, graceful circle to come back to her human. Jumping gracefully on Shehrasin's back as she came by, Akishra sailed out of the hall and into the surrounding grounds.

'You realise,' Shehrasin commented, 'that young master Darrian might come.'

'Yes, I know,' Akishra said. That boy always seemed to find an excuse to come by. He wasn't as bad as most men, but Akishra wasn't fond of his conscience -- the bull wasn't very fond of Shehrasin, and that horse had practically saved Akishra's life as a child.

Shehrasin continued: 'And if he comes by, so will his conscience.'

'Yes,' Akishra replied, stiffening slightly. 'I wonder what it is about you Tyrin doens't like?'

'I don't know,' Shehrasin said, 'but I would like to find out.'

'Well,' Akishra said, 'perhaps we can ask him when he comes by. I'd really like to know.'

Tessa decided to go and congradgulate Akishra on a wonderful performance. She stepped down the flight of stairs and saw Akishra with a horse. "Hello. I just wanted to congradgulate you on a well-done performance, Akishra, that's your name...right?" Tessa stumbled with her words like she normally did with the king. "I'm Tessa, Tessa Black." She nodded. Silver was beside her but she said she wanted to know for sure is Akishra had a consience revealed. She said that the signs say yes but she needs to know excatly.

Darrian was passing the great hall, when noticed Akishra and Shehrasin comin out, probably just finishing entertaining the King. Behind Akishra another women came running up, it was Tessa a servant in the castle. "Ho! Akishra Tessa! How are you today!", Darrian called out then sent a mental message to Shehrasin "And how are you Shehrasin." he asked the mare at the same time telling Tyrin to behave and not be rude to the mare. "I will try, just as long as she doesn't get haughty with me." Tyrin replied.

"Hello Darrian." Tessa smiled "How are you?" "You do know he has a bull conscience? I feel it in my feet!" Silver said suddenly. "Who?"Tessa replyed "Darrian. I met a bull one time, stubborn they are, but a good friend." Silver said in her head, "I'll reveal myself to the Bull, and only the bull." Silver reassured. "Hello, are you a conscience?" Silver said to the bull in a mental message.

Tyrin snorted and looked up at Tessa, with as what counted a surprised look for a bull. "I may be...and who or what are you?" Tyrin replied to the presence talking in his head. He sensed it was another conscience probablly from Tessa at least that is what his sense told him. "I am doing fine Tessa, the King not working you to hard I hope", Darrian said smiling at Tessa, but his attention was really on Akishra. "Are you two excited about the Prince's weeding in two days?" Darrian asked them. "I have been commisioned to make him a sword, just finished the blade today. I have to be there to present it personally to the Prince. WIll you be there Akishra?" Darrian asked a hopeful look on his face.

Silver's reply was short, " I am a conscience, a wolf. Silver. I know you are too."
"Nope, I am getting alot of free time, but I bet I wont be during the preparation for the wedding." Tessa said blankly. "I am excited. Who is the Prince getting married to?" She questioned with a sideways glance at the quiet Akishra. "How does the blade look? I bet its a good one." Tessa smiled

"Well an artist can't critique their own work," Dyrin said rubbing his neck his muscles bulging subconciously, "but I hear from Tyrin that it is the best I have ever made." Ohh crud...I just let it slip about Tyrin Darrian thought to himself Akishra was the only one who knew about Tyrin besides him. "I hear the Prince is marrying Princess Xessa, from a nation to the north, I have nevr seen her, but I hear she is very beautiful." Tyrin broke into his thoughts, "She has a conscience.." Tyrin told him. "Oh really? Did you get a name?" Darrian asked him pretending to be thinking. "Yes, Silver, shes a wolf." "I see let's play a little game shall we?" Darrian told Tyrin, looking up to Tessa. "How's your wolf Silver?" he asked a slight smirk on his face.

(OOC: Thank you ^-^ That's sweet)

Akishra was torn between the two people who had suddenly come to talk to her. She wasn't sure how to reply, because she had to fire off replies pretty fast.

'Hello,' to Tessa.

'Good day,' in greeting to Darrian.

'The two conciences are talking,' Shehrasin said.

'Thanks,' she said aloud to Shehrasin, forgetting they were in company.

'You're welcome,' Shehrasin said.

And then came the topic she'd been dreading...The prince's wedding. She hadn't told anyone yet, but...

'Will you be there, Akishra?' Darrian asked.

Akishra felt the knot already present in her stomach for several days tighten.

'Who is the prince getting married to?' Tessa asked, giving her a sideways glance.

'You will be there, won't you, Akishra?' Shehrasin asked, bumping her nose against Akishra's shoulder. Aki stroaked the horses' nose absentmindedly, and responded, the feeling of dread intensifying.

'...Yes,' she said. 'I'll be there...as the bride.'

Darrian stopped in mid-sentence from talking to Tessa, and turned looking at Akishra stunned beyond belief. He stumbled slightly and it would have fallen down the stairs if Tyrin hadn't caught him, and eased him back onto his feet. "I...So Princess Xessa was just a cover up?...I mean no your joking....right?" Darrian asked a thousand other questions popping into his head, he felt like a thousand pound weight had just fallen on him, like a knife had been driven into his chest. He stood his fists opening in closing his muscle bulging from the strain of his tensed body, he shook his head in disbelief and just stared at Akishra.

Tessa stood in shock. "The bride? I...can see why but.....really?" Even Silver was in shock too. Silver said to Tessa, "Thats a problem, the horse is a conscience, if Akishra's secret is found out........horrible!" "Did he ask you?" Tessa didn't want to overwhelm her with questions but...... "Did you ask him?" Silver said into her mind "I know, the horse is her conscience!" "Not now!" "Sorry." Tessa was honored to be in the prescents of a soon to be princess but the whole "revealing conscience thing was overwhelming. She thought back to 4 1/2 years ago when she first met Silver. She never wanted to let Silver go back inside her. That could be the case for Akishra if her secret was found out.

Akishra's lip quavered, and her hair fell over her face.

'It...Princess Xessa...It wasn't really a cover story,' she said. 'I...See...I'm not...from here...origionally. My home is the City of the White Wolf. ...Somehow...the prince found out, and...decided...I must be...a princess...'

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. 'But I'm not! I'm just...acctually, we were lower class...' She stoped shaking her head, and opened her eyes, betraying sadness. 'I...I didn't want it. I never did. I just...want to go home. But...I can't dissobay the prince. In this society...a woman can't go about on her own...that would be too easily spotted. So...unless I can escape...I'm...stuck with him...' Akishra hung her head again, unable to go on. Shehrasin, shocked by this as well, slipped her head over Akishra's shoulder in a motherly way. But Akishra hardly noticed. She was too consumed by her fear.