Runaway (Private for Dark / Mature?)

Sitting in his bed chamber, staring out the window, gazing upon the land before him. He sighed to himself, quietly, even though he is alone. Most days he was alone, trapped in his quarters. He heard very little from his father, but what he did hear was full of anger and disapproval. His midnight hair hung in his face, hiding his eyes. Those icy blue hues always seemed to be staring around. He stood up from his window, thinking to himself, pacing around the room. He needed fresh air, he needed a fresh start. But how? He was heir to one of he most known feline clans of the century. His ancestors had started the rebellion years and years before even his grandfather was thought of. After each passing of the throne, it had been passed down to the first born son.

Lennox was his father's first born.

But nothing was ever good enough. There was so much pressure, so much stress. Everything would be resting on the young prince's shoulders in just a few short years time. His father was growing old, not weak, but soon he wouldn't be able to lead anymore rebellious strikes on their many many foes. Lennox was primarily cared for by servants and helpers alike. They fed him, washed him, changed his bed sheets, washed his clothes, cleaned after him, taught him his school work, taught him fighting skills, taught him hunting skills. Everything he needed to know, was taught to him from a servant. Never his father, never his family. Although he was never completely alone, he felt that way.

A light knock came at his door. He sat back down at his window sill and muttered, "come in." The servant entered with a silver platter covered by silver top. Lennox did not look at him, just whispered, "thank you Damien, that is all." With that being said, Damien bowed to his master and quietly left the room, closing the doors behind him. Once the servant was gone, Lennox walked over to the silver tray on his desk. He lifted the lid and stared down at his meal. Fresh baked trout, a small side salad, a glass of water with 3 ice cubes as he had always drank his whole life. He sighed. Lunch was almost always the same. For once he wanted to try something new. Maybe something not presented on silver, but he knew no other way. Without touching anything he walked back to his window and stared once again.

He stared down at his father's stable, watching the servants shoveling poop, feeding, and brushing the horses. Lennox dreamed of leaving the palace, bounding over the walls, and making a new life for himself. And that was exactly what he was going to do. A smile finally appeared over his cheeks. Tonight would be the night he would leave. Tonight his new life would start.

He decided he would not pack too much. He found some old clothes that looked ripped and torn. He took his sheets from his bed and tied them together, spreading them out as much as he could. Five stories would b very hard to climb down, but once he got to the vines near the third floor, it would be easy. He quietly opened his window and looked down towards the ground. No sign of anybody anywhere. The smile returned. He tied the sheets to the bed frame and flung the rest out his window. He walked to his desk, grabbing his only gift from his father, his dagger. It had been in the family for generations. He grabbed his few belongings and grabbed onto his sheets. He scaled down them until he made it to the vines. As he held onto the trellis, he climbed down a whole lot faster. When he was finally on the ground, he crouched behind a shrub. He watched patiently for one of the guards to march around the property as they did every night. When the guard finally walked by him, he moved towards the wall. It wouldn't be rough for him to climb over it.

As he climbed the wall, he turned and looked at his childhood home. Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe he should just go back and act like nothing happened? No. He had gone this far already and freedom was just a few feet away. He turned towards his future and jumped from the wall. As he landed on the ground, feeling free dirt under the pads of his feet, he couldn't help but smile. But there was no time to celebrate. He only had a few more hours of night to get as far away from his past as possible.

He had no coin. He had no identification. When he came across some mud, he smeared it all over himself, giving that grungy and dirty look to him. With his dagger, he ripped and cut more of his clothes. He also grabbed hold of his long flowing midnight hair, and cut it short, but still long enough to cover those beautiful icy blue hues. When he was finished, he continued on foot. He walked until he finally found a quiet place to lay his head and sleep.

When he woke in the morning, he heard birds chirping and the chatter of the village people. He got up and started walking amongst the crowds, watching people barter and haggle. It was fascinating to him. Truly amazing. He saw fresh fruit stands and knew instantly that he wanted to taste it. When he reached into his pocket for money, he remembered he had taken no coins. He was broke. For once in his life, he was poor. He thought back to his skills he learned from his childhood and sneaking was one he learned well. He crouched in the crowd, hidden by all the folks and traders. His one tiny hand slid over a piece of fruit and quickly placed it inside his torn top. As he moved from the scene of the crime, he tasted his first fresh fruit. It was juicy and delicious, way better than any fish he had ever eaten.

This was the life. This was Prince Lennox's new life. No longer a Prince in his mind. Now he was a thief!

Lennox had been free for almost twelve hours now. It felt great. He had never been happier. Anything he wanted, he stole and got away with it. Anything he wanted to do, he did. There was nobody to question or control him. He was his own person. Lennox sighed as he stretched his arms out wide, breathing in that city air. He coughed a couple of times and wandered down a cobblestone path. As he reached the end, he found a nice river to sit by. He placed his feet in the water and watched the fish swim past him. All he could do was smile.

As the sun beat down on Lennox, he decided to go for a swim. Little did he know the current was way too strong for him to be able to control where he was going. But he was free, so he didn't give a shit where he went. He had nowhere to be, nowhere he had to be, and no time constraint. All he did was keep his head above the water and smile, sometimes a laugh would escape his lips. Being free was the best thing he could ever ask for.

The water carried him down the stream. All the while, there was no worry or fear, just pure excitement. But then the water sounded terrifying. He could hear water crashing on the rocks below. Lennox tried to swim to the edge, grabbing hold of a root. The root was sturdy enough for a little while, but soon found himself being taken up by the water. The root broke and the waves just washed over him, forcing his feline body down the falls. Sure the fall wasn't very big, but it was enough to frighten him. But when he finally stopped moving and fell into the lake, he was happy again.