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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 11, 2007 1:49:58 GMT -5
I have an idea...A woman is betroved to some dumb guy but she really loves some one else...How's that?
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 11, 2007 1:59:10 GMT -5
sounds kool
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 11, 2007 2:00:06 GMT -5
I wan to be death!
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 11, 2007 2:01:41 GMT -5
lol ok then..
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 11, 2007 2:05:31 GMT -5
Who are you?
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 11, 2007 2:16:36 GMT -5
Joeanna
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 11, 2007 23:32:19 GMT -5
Who shall I be? Mathorin, perhaps?
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 11, 2007 23:50:29 GMT -5
if you want
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 11, 2007 23:52:16 GMT -5
Kay, who will start?
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 11, 2007 23:53:28 GMT -5
your turn to
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 13, 2007 0:31:59 GMT -5
Let the birds sing in the trees and the sun smile down upon them. God holds the world in Her hands. The World...a piece of beautiful art with every detail brushed from a palet of vibrant and various colors. God the artist, the painter behind the brush with Her eye on every flaw, every mark that strays from Her guiding hand. "The Path of God." It seems that the will of God and the will of Men have become somewhat intertwined of late. God's hand seems to be guided, in fact, by his creation. Twisting Her word to fit His own purposes. Blasphemy! But a son can't argue a father's comand.
Mathorin sat admiring the world of God's creation, seeing the divinity among every little thing that came of it all. Every shadow, every flash of glossy bird's feathers. He felt like a prisoner, looking upon the world through steal bars, when all that really sperated him and the light was a carriage door. He could jump from the carriage now and run for his life, and leave his father behind to settle the arrangement by himself. He could do it, too. Nothing in his mind stood in the way except what he's taugh in church. "Honour thy mother and father," the fourth commandment.
"Am I too be married to this woman whom I don't know?" Mathorin asked for the fifth time.
"Yes," his father sighed, "I've told you. It is God's will. Now do not ask me again."
They pulled up to a fair looking establishment that seemed to be rather rustic. It was old, yes most homes were these days, but this house looked it more than any others. It had smooth, worn stone walls and vines that grew up the sides to the very roof. As Mathorin stepped onto the soft ground just outside and the carriage pulled away, he knew that he's missed his chance to run. Just as soon to save himself the bother as to save the poor girl that would have to deal with him the rest of her life.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 13, 2007 14:23:03 GMT -5
In the back of the house there was a dark forest. It was as dark as night and clustered with trees. The floor was littered with rotten debris, old leaves and fallen logs with moss growing on it,
Standing in the trees was a girl. She was tall and slight. She had an almost hourglass form and a heart shaped face that held innocence still. Her eyes were an amber color with green running in them. She seemed to be waiting but soon gave up when she heard someone pull up in a carriage.
She walked out and around the house, her soft soles boots making little noise. Her love hadn’t showed up, and disappointment and sadness showed on her face, hurt in her eyes. He said he was coming but never came. That was all right, she would have to tell him that they couldn’t see each other tonight. He always came to her at night, given his state. But he was always gentle. He had once explained that he was so strong if he touched her he would hurt her.
But standing here was the man her uncle had said she had to marry. He was cute. But that was all. He couldn’t match up to her lover, no not at all.
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 13, 2007 21:34:35 GMT -5
Night-life is a nocturnal creature's best friend. The myths get that part correct, but they are silly in assuming that they sleep in coffins. That was a stretched lie built of the farfetched stories of a drunk Irishman. When are the Irish not drunk? All things aside, Vampires do not walk in the day yes, but they do not sleep either. They are dead, and they die every morning, no matter where they are. The sun does not necessarily hurt them, but if they see it they die. In dark places where they can ignore the concept of time they can wander for eternity, but where's the fun in that?
He did not go to her today, but he was there. He was always there, never seen. No human had the eyes to see what he sees. He was Artemis, one of the oldest living--well, semi-living vampires in the world. He saw her as she waited, but he would not go to her until later. Until it was safe to be lead from the confines of that dark forest. Until then, my love, he thought as she slowly turned away. He knew she'd understand.
Mathorin and his father were greeted in the foyer. His father introduced him to the man that lived there and the girl he was supposed to marry.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 13, 2007 21:46:20 GMT -5
Joeanna watched mathorin as both gardeans conversed among one another. she kept looking out the windo and into the woods, then up at the sky. she started willing the dark to fall faster.
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 13, 2007 21:53:33 GMT -5
Mathorin looked at her out of the corner of his eye and examined her. She was pretty, yes, but there were better on this earth. She was too distant for him to want to converse with. Still, he was curious to know what distracted he so. He went up to her and extended a hand. "Hello," he said.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 13, 2007 22:00:32 GMT -5
she looked at him a moment and lowly reached out and shook his hand."hello"
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 13, 2007 22:15:31 GMT -5
"Do you dislike me?" he asked. A queer question to ask, but it's better to know if some one is going to hate for the rest of your life.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 13, 2007 22:23:08 GMT -5
"i do not have reason not to like you, but i feel no attraction to you."she said looking back out the window.
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Post by Alec Individual on Jan 13, 2007 22:25:23 GMT -5
"That's understandable," he said, "so, if you don't mind I'm going to slip out before they finish talking and enjoy a few moments of freedom." He bowed slightly for respect of being in her home and left the house.
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Post by Willow Short on Jan 13, 2007 22:30:20 GMT -5
she sighed as her shoulders slumped. she stood up and walked out quietly. she walked up the stairs and into her room, shutting the door quietly and sitting on her window seat, waiting.
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