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Erorn Swiftblade

"I will rip your eyes out if you cross me."

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a character in “Veritas Isle”, as played by SugarNspikeS

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Name: Erorn Swiftblade

Age: 26

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Occupation: Royal Guard/ Elven Knight

Appearance: Erorn has a pale complexion, accented by average length,fire-red hair. He has blue eyes and in spite of his muscular physique, he's still rather small. He's only about 5'3" and 125 lbs. He hides this under his armor most of the time, as it makes him look larger than he really is. When not in his armor, he likes to wear fashionable clothes.

Personality: Often picked on as a child for being smaller than the other kids, Erorn developed a fiery temper. He tends to be quick to act and slow to think. He's impulsive, but also highly driven to be the best he can be both in fighting and on a moral level.

Background:The fact that he was picked on so much as a child only strengthened his determination to be strong. By the time he was 16 his temper got him forced into the royal army and he quickly worked his through the ranks. However, the other men in the army were just as merciless as the kids he grew up with. As such, he was often left out of important missions or the target of bad pranks and practical jokes. He still doesn't let this get to him as he knows that he wouldn't have gotten into the royal army if he were weak. Soon he was promoted to the Royal Guard specifically tasked with the safety of the royal family.


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So begins...

Erorn Swiftblade's Story

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"Fine, put it in the damn closet." He said frustrated. Sorry my fucking ass. He's never been sorry about anything I bet. That's what happens when no one holds you accountable for anything. He couldn't hold back anymore.

"Are you? Are you really? Do you even fucking know what the word means? When was the last time anyone held you accountable for anything? Why did you even want me for a pet anyway, because clearly that 'comfort' line was total bullshit!"

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Marcus walked to the closed and neatly in the closet. Then went back and placed the rest of the armor there. He could have went off on him. Saying Elwin did. Elwin called him out on it. Held him leaved against him like it was a damn sword, but he didn't. He picked up the books and placed them in order by the Author's last name. When he was done, he put his clothes neatly away. Marcus walked over to Erorn, "I have been sorry many times, Erorn. Is there anything else you would like me to do?"

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"I don't tell you what to do, remember?" He continued shouting. "I'm the fucking pet." He lowered his voice to a reasonable level. "But you said you were going to treat me with respect. This is what you call respect? Why would you do that to me? You fucking shut down the second I told you I liked you. You made me feel amazing, like I finally fucking mattered to someone, then you fucking drop me. I'm really starting to understand why Elwin didn't want you. You're fucking crazy and afraid of your own fucking feelings and you aren't man enough to accept them! So you wanna do something for me, try being a fucking man and not some spoiled whiny brat."

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Marcus' eyes got dark, his jaw tensing up. He balled his fist and walked passed him, out of his room, before slamming the door shut. He walked into his own room and slammed his door. Things could be heard crashing. Romilly had been passing the hall when she saw Marcus, angry, walking into a room and slamming the door. Seconds later she could hear him throwing things. She knocked on the door and walked in, "Marcus? Are you okay?" She walked in, the rooms was somewhat trashed. Marcus was sitting on his bed, his hands shaking.

Marcus looked up and his faced softened, "You shouldn't be here, Romilly." He said softly. She walked passed the broken chairs and glass, sitting next to him. "It happens. Want to talk about it?"

His body tensed, "I just... I get very cold towards people... men... just men. Someone just made a low blow and instead of hitting them I came in my room and destroyed everything." He laughed. She didn't say anything and grabbed his hand, holding it, and patted it gently. He rested his head on her head and she smiled. They sat there in silence.

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Erorn threw himself onto the bed, he was so angry. He knew that Marcus deserved what he got, but he still couldn't help but feel bad for the low blow he had just struck. Damnit I was right. I shouldn't feel bad. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He was hurt. He was lied to. He was being treated like shit, just because that brat couldn't handle the fact that Erorn like him. "What kind of sick game have I gotten myself into?" He sobbed before covering his head up with a pillow to muffle his crying. He hoped more than anything that Marcus wouldn't return and see this. He was sure he'd kill the man at the first comment about being a baby or not being a man, just because he was crying.

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Romilly had to excuse herself and left Marcus alone after they cleaned the room. Marcus went to the kitchen and grabbed Erorn and himself some food before heading back to Erorn's room. He knocked with his foot since his hands were full. "I bought food." He said softly but loud enough.

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Erorn got up and opened the door to see Marcus holding two plates of food. "Seriously, has no one taught you the correct responses to things?" He laughed. "I just dealt you the lowest blow possible, and you bring me food?" He took the plates out of his hands and set them on the table. He didn't care about his stupid thing about being touched. He threw his arms around Marcus and sobbed into his chest. "I'm sorry I said that, it was fucked up, but surely you can see where my anger was coming from? When someone hurts me, I lash out and hurt them back and you hurt me pretty bad."

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He watched as Erorn took their plates and he took on step but he was stopped by Erorn hugging him. Marcus stiffened. He patted his head before gently peeling him off. "I know, Erorn. I know." walked passed him into the room and took his plate and sat down, slowly eating. He was being quiet. He just hope Erorn wouldn't touch him again... he might hurt him and Marcus already fucked up.

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He took his plate and sat down next to Marcus. He ate slowly too, at a loss of what he could say or how to make things right, they were both at fault on this one. "So is there a way we can just start over?" He took a couple of bites of some sort of fancy turkey meat. It was so good he was tempted to ask for the recipe, but now wasn't the time. "I don't want to hurt you anymore, but I don't know if I can take much more of being hurt either. What can we do here to fix this?"

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Marcus didn't talk till he finished his plate and set it down on the table in front of him. He waited till Erorn was done and took it and stacked it on top of his. He really didn't want to talk. "You can like me all you want, but there is no way I will return your feelings, or better yet if I could ever return them. I mean... liking me is fine. I like you too... when you aren't shooting for low blows, as long as you don't go anywhere pass liking... It will only get harder for you..." He took the plates and walked out, giving the plated to the maid before going back in and closing the door. He leaned up against it, resting his head on it.

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"Okay, so how am I bringing you comfort? What is the point of me being your pet then? What are you really getting out of this? Why did you go out of your way to make me feel like you cared. I know it wasn't love, but it was something. Please be honest with me this time, why do you want me as your pet? What do you see in me that you couldn't get in any other guy out there in your kingdom?" He asked as calmly as he could, tears were beginning to form in his eyes again, but he managed to hold them back.

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Marcus didn't want to answer. If he answered honestly Erorn would do what he told him not to do. "What I can't get from anyone else? Someone who looks like Elwin. You are just a toy for me to play with... it does comfort me, but you are just to play with. I warned you, Erorn." He said, keeping on a stern face. He kept his distance from him. Marcus didn't mean some of it, but he needed to stop Erorn's feelings for him in their tracks.

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"That's the thing. You say that I'm just a play thing, but you aren't treating me like a play thing. For starters, you aren't playing with me at all. You cared enough that you didn't want my first time to be under these circumstances. All you did was get me riled up, make me feel great, then leave me frustrated. Hell, I'm not the only red headed gay elf in the kingdom and I'm sure they'd all love to be the prince's play thing. No, you see something in me and you like it." He said, trying to remain calm. "I'm fine with remaining your pet, but your attempts to make me hate you aren't going to work. But if you want me to pretend I don't care about you I can do that too, if it'll make you feel better."

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Maybe growled, "I have no idea how you spout all this out. You think you know all this crap. I am being honest with you and yet you sit here and call me a liar. What is the point of being truthful to you if you aren't going to believe me? " He walked up to erorn and shoved him hard onto his bed. "I was being fucking nice to you. I was trying to be soft and not to fucking rough with you, kid. For once in my life I was actually thinking about my fucking toy's feelings. I don't need your stupid feelings. They are worthless to me." He growled and flipped Erorn over, pinning him down. He leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You call me a brat, but you are an unthankful toy who doesn't know his fucking place." He growled.

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Erorn smiled as Marcus growled into his ear. "See, that right there. You tell me I'm just a toy and you don't care about me, then you admit that you took my feelings into consideration." He whispered back at him. "Why can't you admit that you care about me? It's possible to care about more than just one person. I'm not trying to take his place, no one ever could. I'm not saying you love me nor that I love you, but you care or you wouldn't have taken my feelings into consideration, hell you wouldn't even care that I care. And I would never have agreed to be your pet if I didn't care and want you to get your love back. But is it so wrong if your toy enjoys being played with. I'm not ungrateful, but when I expressed my gratitude you shut down. What's the point in having a toy if you don't enjoy it? Is it so wrong to admit that you liked what you did to me?"

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Marcus' hand traveled down Erorn's body, "I never said I didn't like it... I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't. Maybe I will just frustrate you from now on." He kissed down his neck. "I do care... just not the way you want me to." He said softly before getting up and sitting in one of the chairs. "You keep expecting me to change within the second. You need to be realistic here, kid."

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"You're cute. You assume that I want you to care for me and fall for me. I want you to get back with him, I just didn't want you to shut down because I told you that I like you. Trust me I don't care in THAT way, but it just seemed like you felt bad because we both enjoyed what we did and so you shut down and acted like you didn't like me or anything." He chuckled. "I don't want you to change, I want you to treat me the way you'd treat any of your other toys" He grinned as Marcus kissed his neck.

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Marcus' eyebrow raised. "If I did that you would throw one of your damn tantrums and I can only take some many of those in one day." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't really respect my toys... you know that right? I take care of them, but the whole respect thing is out of the damn window. Pick what the hell you want? Respect or to be treated just like I treat my other toys."

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"I'm sure there's something in the middle we can agree on. How about this, you be honest with me about your feelings and treat me with respect, and you can do whatever you like to me physically and I won't throw anymore tantrums. Sound good?" He asked.

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Marcus looked up at him, his jaw tensing. "You and your honest shit. I was honest with you. Keep your feelings to your fucking self and we have a damn deal. I don't need to hear about how you enjoyed it. I don't need to hear that you like me. " He stood up and walked to the door gripping the know tightly. "I mean how sad it is that you act like this on the first day. I am kind of starting to miss the angry kid." He opened the door and walked out towards his room.

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Erorn got up off the bed and stuck his head out the door seeing Marcus about to open his door.
"You got a deal, you spoiled jerk." He then shut the door and grabbed one of his books off the shelf and plopped down on the bed and began reading.

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Marcus had to calm down. He got some stuff and went to talk to the royal fitter. He told him to go up to guest room four and to fit Erorn. He wanted three formal pieces, four casual pieces, and some other garments that would look good with his skin color and hair. He would pay extra for his work. The fitter bowed and made his way towards Erorn's room.

Marcus walked down to the underground springs. This was his favorite place. The servants already knew that when he came in they all had to leave. He stripped and slide into the hot springs, letting his hair down and relaxed. "What the hell are you doing, Marcus? Why can't you just... not like men? You are doing well with Romilly. She is a sweet and loving girl... who likes women." He laughed in a tired way. He just wished he would have ran off with Elwin that last night with him. Memories of Elwin passed through his mind and for the first time in a long time he started to cry.

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Erorn was just getting into his book when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to see the royal tailor standing there with measuring tools and various fabrics. "Can I help you?"
"The prince has sent me to fit you for some outfits. He said to make three formal and four casual pieces for you that will go well with your skin tone and hair."

"Oh, well that was nice of him. Probably has some ulterior motives. Okay let's do this."
He let the tailor take his measurements. He knew them ahead of time; 32 inch waist, 29 inch inseam, 15 inch neck, 36 inch chest. The tailor then went about holding up a few different fabric patterns to his face to find the ones that best matched his skin tone and hair color.

"My work here is done. I should have these ready in a few days."
"Okay, thank you sir."

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Marcus got out and dried off, dressing and walking back to his room. He stopped by his door and looked over at Erorn's door. There was nothing he wanted to say or do with him right now. Right now he just wanted Elwin and he couldn't have him. Marcus opened his door, shutting it a bit loudly. He started to cry again, everything was fucked up and it was his fault.

"Fuck!" He screamed at the silence. He walked to a cabinet and took out some whiskey and started a fire. Enjoying the burn in his throat as he watched the flames.

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Erorn heard the scream and the crying. He wanted more than anything to go over to Marcus' room and comfort him. That's what he was there for after all. But he knew that it wouldn't end well. He'd end up doing something wrong and get Marcus pissed off again. He held his hand up to the wall feeling useless and angry that he couldn't do anything to fix this. Or could he? An idea formed in Erorn's head. "He said I was able to come and go as I please." He muttered. He left his room to the courtyard. He went to the carriage driver. "I need you to take me to Veritas Island."