The Purple String (MATURE)

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Past~~

Sharp whispers of the dead rung in Cadel's ears. The screech of a crow sliced the silence. Screams arose around Cadel. She flung her head side to side watching in horror as the war started. A gun placed in the palm of her hand; a sword in the other. Cadel was only 13 years old at the time, she could see in the distance her mother in a awful battle against the Cobra Queen. Her father layed upon the ground in a heap. Gasping loudly, Cadel side stepped as a sword flew across her face, missing the tip of her nose by an inch. Rotating her head she seen a large frame racing towards her, swaying inbetween battles. Cadel wide-eyed dropped the sword and pointed the gun at him. Clentched teeth, and a finger on the triger, Cadel narrowed her eyes. Bright glistening leaf-green eyes dancing in the moon-light. Seconds passed and as he got closer, soon dodging ones blow to the neck, he bent down swinging his sword out in mid-air. Then bolting back up to fly into the air, Cadel screamed loudly and her finger clicked against the triger, firing a bullet out. She closed her eyes, soon hearing the eerie sound of a sound being dropped. She opened her eyes and gazed down at the body, curled up in a heap on the rocky surface. Cadel sighed heavily. She stared in horror at the bloodied body, as blood ran through the cracks in the rocks. A sharp high pitched trumpet sounded, and she quickly turned to see the Cobra Queens soldiers retreating.
Cadel scanned the moorland carefully, looking for her mother and father..
As her eyes lay upon a fine shape curled up in a ball. Fine lining of blonda hair flashed. She seen under the glistening armor that protected this young women, was her mother. Cadel let out a eerie cry, crumbling to her knees. Tears streamed down the sides of her cheeks; gripping her mothers clothed leather laced, pink shirt. The weight of a hand pressed against her shoulder, made her press a dagger against the mans throat. But soon noticing it was her father, she brung down the dagger and hitched it back onto her theigh. Cadel's father, Syth let out a heavy moan of saddness. " She will be alright Cadel. She's going somewhere safe, she'll be happy where she stands. Watching over you, as you grow up to be a beautiful young women. Helping and guilding you through rough times." He put in gently. Cadel sighed, letting loose of her mother's shirt. She slowly stood up, taking hold of ehr father's genturing hand. Cadel made her way through the bloodied land, dodging dead-bodies. She stopped in her tracks, watching one start to crawl. BRIght raging eyes, narrowing down at him. She unshealthed her gun from its satchal. She clicked it back; pointing it at the man. He looked up at Cadel. Gasping loudly, an echo sounded loudly through the area. Birds flew up out of trees, Cadel smiled, happy for once. She turned slowly towards her father, carrying herself through the battle-field. She swore 'till that day forward, that she will avenge her mother's death. Even if she dies trying.

Present~~

Leaves ruffled across a beautiful fine lined face. The swaying of a sword curved the finest body. As it glinded through the air, slicing the silence with an eerie sound of a sad flute.
Cadel rose her head, electrifying green eyes blazed in fury at her oppenant. She chuckled as they shuddered back at the sight of Cadel. She was strong and well trained. She was now at the age of 19, she trained herself from the day her mother died un 'till. Still living in anger to avenge her mother's death.
Cadel let her sword hang by her side, awaiting the approach of her enemy. She kept a close eye on him, as he let out a heavy sigh. He soon shifted his sword side to side. Darting forward towards Cadel, his sword arose in the air as he let out a screech. She smirked, tapping her hand on her hip. Soon enough all was heard in the arena was the soft sound of a flute. Gasps came from the stands as they watched in agnoy of the head coming down beside Cadel's. She grinned as the cheers of honor rose up around her. She looked up at her father that sat in the Sire stand, smirking happily down at his daughter. Cadel smiled warmly, leaning down to pick up the head of her enemy and slung it into the air. Cheers of pride and horoic crys sounded in her ears.
Cadel silenced them with the flick of her sword as she drew it up to hitch it back in her satchel. Slowly she made her way toward the entrance of the arena. Stalking out of it and disappearing intot he shadows. Her father met her beside the tunnel that led down into tehir kingdom. Cadel reached out to hug her father, tight grip around his side. She could hear the slightest sound of his dull voice. " Amazing. You did wonderful out there." He said, pride filling his words. A smile danced across her face. She looked up at her father, nodding. Looking passed him she took a step back. Seeing her rival, Cindy. Who she hated deeply. Cadel gave a nasty comment towards her, Cindy just staring at her in disgust. Cadel sneered in rage, looking at her raggedy self. Snarling at her in a disgusted restless attitude. She snorted lightly, clearing her thoughts off of Cindy and clearing her throat to speak toward her father. " I'll go freshin up for dinner." She said coldly. Heart ached sadly as she remembered that her mother was not here to start dinner for them. She sighed heavily, passing her father. Shoving her way through the guards, she raced towards the castle. Dodging the town folk, some called her name. She skidded to a halt and looked down at a young girl. Who held out fresh fruit. Cadel smiled, leaning down to take a apple. The girl giggled lightly as Cadel ruffled her hair. Music ringed in her ears, she pulled her head up listening to the beat of the rythum. She began to tap her foot lightly. A grin appeared upon her face, she began to dance to the music. Gripping peoples hands to pull them in as well. As they started to dance in circled around eachother, the beat of the music glinding Cadel. She smiled, stopping as the music silenced itself. Laughs began to arise.
Cadel made her way up the steping stones toward her castle. Entering the large doors, that echoed as they opened. A long hall, that led down to the three high seats for the King, Queen and Princess. She sighed lightly as she approached her mothers seat. The tips of her fingers running down the laced red cushion. Cadel sat their on her mothers thrown. Placing her hands gently on the golden arms. Cadel was lost in thought of her mother, sitting there in silence. Moments passed, and Cadel felt somethign glid across the side of her face. She looked down at a purple laced string. She blinked in confusion, picking it up. She stared at it blankly. " What is this?" She said in a low whisper.


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[ Please reply back with at least 5 paragraphs, this is a mature one of mine. And I'd really liek to play Cadel. 'The Purple String' is set off as two meeting, then becoming close friends, then becoming more than friends. So please reply back with a male. Thank you(: )

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Anyone? Is it that bad, like serously? I mean its not that bad, is it?