Rave "Eagle Eye" Heartnet
The sparkling water filled wine glass began to crack under the pressure of Rave's fist as she slowly squeezed it until it shattered into diamond like pieces and clicked on the floor like little wind chims, when the man announce for the five girls and princes to come into the very center of the room. The three guys that were buzzing around her took a step back when the glass hardly cut into her dripping wet hand. No injury on her hand was probably due to years as a blacksmith and fighting. "Hey, what's you're problem?" The little ring leader of the trio asked while grabbing Rave's shoulder. She let out a grunt and shot a glare at him. "I tried to tell you to buzz off," she replied before punching him in the nose. A loud crack came from the contact of the idiotic noble's nose and her fist as bloof flooded out his nose. While the guy was kicking and screaming bloody murder and holding his broken, bleeding nose, Rave regretfully made her way to the center of the ball room where two girls and a prince were already standing.
Well, at least she knew two of the other four girls. Hopfully 'her prince' would see that she wasn't cut out for royality and maybe give her directions of the safest routin outta here and back home. Mutters quickly rose as people finally started to noticed that she was making her way to the announcer along with the other girls and the damn princes. Some were saying how she could be one of the future princesses from her eariler anti-social and glaring behavior, while others thought she was a brute from punching that noble's son in the nose. If she has any luck today, the princes would over hear and not pick her. If they can't pick out their birde-to-be, then hopefully they wouldn't want a crude brute of a girl as a future wife and send her packing. Rave stood next to a girl with pale purple hair, waiting for this part to be over and done with.
The sparkling water filled wine glass began to crack under the pressure of Rave's fist as she slowly squeezed it until it shattered into diamond like pieces and clicked on the floor like little wind chims, when the man announce for the five girls and princes to come into the very center of the room. The three guys that were buzzing around her took a step back when the glass hardly cut into her dripping wet hand. No injury on her hand was probably due to years as a blacksmith and fighting. "Hey, what's you're problem?" The little ring leader of the trio asked while grabbing Rave's shoulder. She let out a grunt and shot a glare at him. "I tried to tell you to buzz off," she replied before punching him in the nose. A loud crack came from the contact of the idiotic noble's nose and her fist as bloof flooded out his nose. While the guy was kicking and screaming bloody murder and holding his broken, bleeding nose, Rave regretfully made her way to the center of the ball room where two girls and a prince were already standing.
Well, at least she knew two of the other four girls. Hopfully 'her prince' would see that she wasn't cut out for royality and maybe give her directions of the safest routin outta here and back home. Mutters quickly rose as people finally started to noticed that she was making her way to the announcer along with the other girls and the damn princes. Some were saying how she could be one of the future princesses from her eariler anti-social and glaring behavior, while others thought she was a brute from punching that noble's son in the nose. If she has any luck today, the princes would over hear and not pick her. If they can't pick out their birde-to-be, then hopefully they wouldn't want a crude brute of a girl as a future wife and send her packing. Rave stood next to a girl with pale purple hair, waiting for this part to be over and done with.