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The Harlequin

PostPosted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 2:16 am
by Max
The Harlequin - part one (Just playing some word games, hope you are interested.)

The possum looked down the scope of the brass configuration, standing by the window. The grey stone shone with dew and moss; the night sky was blasted with fireworks - they were celebrating the king’s birthday.
The prince himself, was sitting within the cloisters of that very room. The prince was The Harlequin, his appearance had been ruined whilst performing an experiment with the possum - whom was the court wizard. The possum, Geriakqurik, felt quite responsible; but he did not let that get in the way of his experiments, or his friendship with the fox prince - The Harlequin.
The fox and the possum were of the same size, and they were lovers. They had grown in knowledge under the old professor of magic - and he had passed away, and it had always been a race since then to the most distinct knowledge; but now the prince was The Harlequin. That rubbed off on his manner, and he was a steely presence.
The wars had been thick upon the lands, the surging of the armies had been replete. Often, the fox prince would glide hisself onto the kite platform of the castle’s west wing, and would lay hisself to rest upon Geriakqurik’s own feather bed - whilst he was within the archives, or the map room.
Geriakqurik was The Harlequin’s own general of affairs, and chief of stealth matters. The one problem with the fox prince - was that he would disappear when he took off his mask; he was an invisible. He had substance to himself when this would occur, and he would also apply force in battle - but, he had long left any other duty than the spying upon enemy forces. When his mask was removed - he would disappear, and his clothes would surely fall from his bodice.

Re: The Harlequin

PostPosted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 6:23 am
by Max
The king would be retiscent in his throne room, the one used for ablutions. He called it "his little place," and he was quite alone in it. The walk to the gardens was done with a brisk spine - and he went to great lengths to appear taller than the other noblemen. He was with a crust of bread in his hand - for he was aquiescent. He was with cheese however as well, because he was in his lands.
The garden was punctuated by the herbs, that tarnished the meal at the toll of the bell. It was cared for by servants and noblemen alike - because it was so quaint to be in the garden. The children played with the dogs there; and the chickens drew a tear to the eye, as they dined on worm and grub instead of the left overs destined for the pigs. Over, under a tree, was a swing - and in it sat the harlequin; and he was never seen with a countenance. His mask was white, and spiralled yellow with finery. He dressed like a jester, and had motley and a belled hat. He looked up, to his father; and his mask leant to one side. Surely he was the fox he became.