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Character: Being the prince was usually something deemed wonderful by common folk. With nobles and royals alike trying to throw any woman they could at him, he had his pick of anyone. However Moray would happily give up his kingdom for the freedom of hunting and joy of riding through the country side. He often liked to sneak out to the hunter's lodge and listen to the stories of the huge beasts they would hunt for game! The prince was allowed to train for combat and ride around once in a while, it wasn't nearly enough for Moray! He often chose a hunter's garb over more standard wear for a royal, which the servants were thankful for after mending so many torn garments. His hair grew long with unruly red locks, kept up in a ponytail. If not for his shaved face, save his chin, one would easily mistake him for one of the ragged hunters from the lodge. What extra training he did sneak in had made his body strong and skin sun-kissed with plenty of freckles adoring his face. He didn't care to carry a sword around everywhere he went, merely keeping a bow and quiver on his back for the occasional practice should the free time appear. It was far less threatening to others when he came by with a bow strapped to his back than a sword at his side. Much to his delight, it seem most women weren't impressed with a man who used a bow more than a sword. Even more so when they expected a well kept prince and instead walked into to see a sweaty hunter standing in his place. The Queen and King saw this and tried to reason with their eldest son, but Moray protested and insisted one of his younger siblings could easily be next in line for the throne. The hardest part being that they were all girls and it was usually a male picked for the throne. "You will clean yourself up and be presentable for the eligible ladies that will be arriving here tomorrow. Should you refuse to chose one at the end of tomorrow, I will choose one for you." His mother was firm with the statement and left no room for questions or arguments. That left a bad taste in Moray's mouth as he went to prepare for bed. The servants prepared clothes for the next morning and attempted to brush his hair, breaking two brushes in the process before they decided to try again in the morning. Moray lay in his bed restlessly staring up at the ceiling, dreading being tied down to some woman he hardly had anything in common with. They didn't like the things he did! They couldn't spare or handle a bow and arrow! Nor did they hunt or ride as long as he could. Absolutely no sense of adventure! He would never any kind of hunting ever again! After an hour or two of just thinking, he managed to drift into a fitful sleep. Plagued with the thoughts of being trapped and endlessly women appearing from every corner. They appeared behind every closed door he opened and popped up beside any window he tried to climb out of. He dreamed of trying to escape the castle, then the village as he dodged female suitors left and right. However he'd somehow ended up lost in the neighboring forest with nothing but a full moon lighting his way. He finally came to a clearing surrounded by tall trees and frowned, not recalling any clearing like this in the woods. A sudden sound of a branch breaking sent him spinning around, only to reveal nothing but shadows beyond the tree trunks. "Who's there?!" He called out before twisting around to yet another sound, this time it sent the birds flying out of their trees and woodland animals running for the safety of their dens and nests. "Show yourself!" He growled and went to reach for his bow and arrow but found none there. No sword or dagger on his person either, as he patted his body for any kind of weapon. However the shadows grew closer and he was still unarmed, discovering the clearing was shrinking around him as the shadows crept up the lengths of the tree.