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Post by Christian Lefroy on May 3, 2008 10:22:47 GMT -5
Why did the lady who gave him the curse of living (she certainly wasn’t his mother as to him no mother existed), give him the name of Christian? If he called himself Chris it simply wasn’t fitting. But nor was Christian. Alaric, yes Alaric was perfectly suited for the werewolf. Only the people he didn’t like called him Christian… which would be most of the people he knew. That probably was something he should look to altering but his life as a werewolf led him to wander aimlessly from town to town. Eventually he found the island, which was significantly better than the British Isles, simply because the British Isles had sparce places he hadn’t already lived.
I digress, Christian was a rather horrible name for him because to him no God existed. Or certainly no one knew what he commanded for Islam always seemed to be waging war, Israel and the Jews always seemed in peril of completely dieing.. or their homeland being destroyed until once again they were homeless, and he knew way too many bad things that had happened to good Christians. Why he was contemplating such a topic he didn’t really know. It was much too serious but in town he had run out of things to mock. Religion was a pretty decent second and wasn’t a topic he dallied on with any frequency. But news had reached him and it would be a lie to say that such news hadn’t broken his heart.
How could a God exist when he had stolen a father 2 years ago, a grandmother 1 year ago, and a few nights ago the mother of a 15 year old girl? Where was she to go? What was she to call home? What was she supposed to do? Alaric’s heart ached for her. How could she move forward without going completely mad?
Then again the werewolf had been taken from his home when he became that which defined his life. His family abandoned him until he had no one and nothing. Being homeless wasn’t all that bad. You could create homes and families… though he had never created a new family. It was a trust issues. Well probably more of a commitment issues- but he wasn’t committing to that. Decidedly the scruffy man needed something new to mock but he just wasn’t in the mood for it.
The sky was a bold blue with storm clouds rolling in, but still distance enough not to bother day. Furthermore it was uncharacteristically cold for the time of year, which the werewolf basked in. Despite any characteristic of the weather, it was one of those days in which he didn’t really know what to do with himself. Maybe he’d swim, of just sit there even when the rain came. His head fell back into the black sand as his eyes lazily watched the sky and his mind did little of anything.
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Post by Gwenvire Tenviana on May 3, 2008 10:35:06 GMT -5
Gwenvire Tenviana, fairy princess and second born child to the king and queen, wandered through the shore. She was dressed simply enough in a plain sky blue dress. Her blonde hair was put up in a rather messy bun. But she didn't care as long as her rank of princess was hidden. If anyone who would look at her, they would say she was not of a highly born rank.
She had told her parents she was going out for a while. Her father had insisted on sending guards to accompany the princess, but her mother gently stamped him out of that one. Then he had suggested sending her brother along, which rang alarm bells inside the girl. Her parents did not know about the abuse her brother put on the girl. And they would never know....
She sighed and almost bumped into a shape. The princess blinked and looked down. Smiling gently she sat.
"Hello there," she said in an elegant tone.
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Post by Christian Lefroy on May 3, 2008 10:49:53 GMT -5
There were no interestingly shaped clouds. They were all fairly normal- a frog, a boat. Nothing to stimulate the imagination in the least. If only there could be something vaguely mock-able. Even a cow would do. A crown would do better. Royalty. Ha. How were they any different then anyone else? He couldn’t help but think ‘but I never voted for you. Which probably was why this island was heading towards an inevitable war. He rubbed his hear slightly. Earlier that morning he had sneezed and never was able to get his right hear to feeling normal again. Everything was muffled, including the wonderful roar of the sea.
And then it felt like someone kicked him, though it was a very wimpy kick. He gave it a .0003 on a scale of ten. His eyes glanced to one side and it was a girl. Why were there always people around on the island? He just went to the old secret pirate cove a girl wearing a blue dress randomly nearly trips over him. His life really could use some altering. And then there was that amiable salutation.
“’lo” and even with his half-word salutation one could tell he was a stranger to the island. SO what was a lone girl doing wandering around an island that was on the brink of war. Maybe she was one of those scary elves that had once shot him with some special arrow. That had hurt considerable. Alaric really hoped not every girl on the island was like that. Or was it a guy? He just remembered the long blonde hair.
“what ar ya doin here?” he asked in a somewhat hostile tone.
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Post by Gwenvire Tenviana on May 3, 2008 11:04:07 GMT -5
Gwen was somewhat startled by his tone, but she quickly dismissed it. She was use to it, her brother had used that tone on her to many times before. She smoothed out her dress.
"Just wandering from home. With my parents' permission of course," she added with a small smile. "Otherwise they would have sent guards out already," and my brother won't be that much of a help, she thought dismissively and let out a sigh. "Gwen is my name, "she told him. She did not feel like giving out her full name.
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Post by Christian Lefroy on May 3, 2008 11:14:48 GMT -5
O- she had Mummy and Daddy’s permission. That just made it so much more safe. And guards? Who was this girl? If his little sister had gone out without their father’s permission or later with out telling one of her older brother’s she would have been hunted down by her own family members and then completely embarrassed by whatever she was doing… well that was the time she was out with a boy. It worked however as no one really wanted to take her out after that. But his sister was of little consequence now. He missed her greatly but was certain she was in a better place. But who sends guards out after their daughter?
In conclusion this girl was rather sheltered and oblvious. She looked only five years or so younger than Alaric but seemed to have lived a significantly different life. “You should probably go back home… horrid rip tide today. It would be rather unfortunate if it took you out to see. I mean, I’d imagine its difficult to swim in such a lovely dress- you’re father’d be angry of you to ruin such finery.” His voice wasn’t sarcastic, but nor was it completely serious probably because his intentions were self-centered and egotistical. The main irony to his state was that he knew she couldn’t be pulled to far out to sea because to the island’s curse- but hopefully she would have forgotten that important detail as well.
“You can call my Christian if I must have a name. but once again I highly recommend you go back to where your father can protect you. After all walking onto black sand with a blue dress is commonly known to bring the most unfortunate of luck.” Then again through his accent he might have to repeat all of this again.. or just to get it through the girl’s head. Alaric sat up- his eyes gazing towards the water and the foreign shores he only dreamt of.
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Post by Gwenvire Tenviana on May 3, 2008 11:47:40 GMT -5
She waved a hand away as she shrugged. "I'm sure its nothing that I can handle anyway. I have faced many dangers than just a simple tide." her eyes showed nothing of what she was thinking. Her expression was quiet smooth and showed nothing. In the many years that she was with her brother, she had learned to hide her emotions well enough. And if she didn' t she was beaten for it. She almost shuddered at the thought but she controlled herself.
"I really don't care whether or not this dress will get ruin though," she shrugged again. "I have many others," what was with this man? she wandered to herself. Bad luck with blue dresses? What was that all about. She was a curious one and she was forever asking questions. But her brother had beat that one out of her. She kept these questions to herself and bit her lower lip in deep thought.
"Its a pleasure to meet you Christian," she said polietly, still curious about his words.
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Post by Christian Lefroy on May 5, 2008 15:27:41 GMT -5
Wow. Alaric could certainly say for certain that he had never met a girl quite like this one. To escape from her he might actually have to go swimming. People told stories of the edge of the island. Once what seemed a while ago Alaric had crossed that border unknowingly. Ships had no warning that they could not go home or to another port. The werewolf didn’t mind however, he hadn’t any intention of returning home. No, he had no home, rather was nomadic. But the edge was said to hold an old sort of magic. If one was to touch it, all of the energy of the ocean shocked your body backwards… and if one tried to breach the border it was rumored the magic in the curse would either kill them or doom them to wander the seas forever with no sight of a homeland and always in the same circles- never once being aloud to leave.
It was also said that the closer you became to the border, a high pitched harmonic could barely be heard above the sea. Alaric would like to see if many of these things were true, though he didn’t want to risk forever leaving the island. “why of all places come here? The water has turned to its old colour, but the sand here, echos of its blood-filled history.”
“and you do realize everything I said about blue dresses is completely true. I knew a statistician once who came to observe the phenomena. In fact his hypothesis testing concluded a 100 percent probability that only the greatest misfortunes befall girls in blue dresses who walk on this sand. Not one confidence interval was off. Though I never volunteered, I admit constant curiosity if it applied only to girls. I don’t believe his sample population had any men wearing blue dresses.”
Alaric was being particularly random on purpose. It was his way of making the conversation hold less warmth. In fact his words were obscure enough to cause a lack of familiarity and thus a distance between the two conversing…
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