Joined: 12 Jun 2011
I love her. She's brilliantly absurd, in the finest of ways. Shall I ask her for
her hand? That delicacy seems so far beyond my reach. And then of course there is my
everpresent fear of rejection. You'd enjoy her company, I believe. She's such a beauty and
her soul is so full of love I believe it may burst. Pray tell, what shall I do? I do not
believe I could stand to live another second without her. I want her close, close enough
to touch. She's the gentelest of creatures, so fragile. I fear I may break her. But this
feeling is overwhelming. What shall I do, Brother? What shall I do?
Brother, you do realize you failed to mention her name once in that last letter? This
is a sure sign of your affections. You have my blessings, but I had better not hear she is
a hussy you met in the streets, alright? Come back to England soon, understand? We all
miss you, and Mother had a fit when you left. She was so wrung she layed in bed for days,
sick with depression. Promise you will visit, if not stay forever. I believe we may even
have room for that new girl of yours, whomever she may be.
The Beggining Thread
Evrik woke up early in the morning, beating even the sun. He was not sure what
startled him, but he was unable to go back to his slumer. Irritated, he gave in and rose.
After slipping on fresh clothing, he ran down towards the stream for a soak. The birds
greeted him along his way, chattering and gossiping as he passed. Above, the sky was
tinted with blue. The stars seemed to say goodbye, followed by the moon, off to dissapear
until night. Hunger pierced through Evriks stomach. Afte a short run, he arrive at a curve
in the woods. Berries immersed him and he picked up a handful, nearly lifting them to his
mouth, before a voice from behind caused him to drop them all.
"Don't eat those, 'less you perfer sickness to good health. Them will have you sick for
days." a young woman said, barely looking up from her spot. She sat nesteled between the
branches of a tree, staring off into the distance. Evrik looked up at the girl. Her dark
black mane was braided back and it hung low. Her face was streaked with color, vibrants
reds and oranges. Her brown eyes seemed inescapable. Evrik was instantly mesmirised.
"Thank you for the warning, miss. What is your name?" he asked, looking up at her
"Depends on the day and the mood. I can tell you it's not miss, though. Call me Zelia,
for now." the girl answered, squinting down at him.
"Zelia? I quite fancy that name. Shall I leave now, Zelia?" Evrik asked, his voice
playful and his eyes tinged with amusement.
"Perhaps you shall. Although I haven't been given a name for you yet."Zelia replied
"Evrik. You may call me Evrik." he said. Off in the distance, he could hear his mates
calling for him."I believe I do have to bring this meeting to an end. Will we see each
other again, I presume?" he asked.
"If Fate declares so, I believe we may." Zelia answered before turning back towards the
rising sun. With the shake of his head he turned and stalked back. 'Who was that strange
woman?' he thought, and curiousity immersed him. And that's how it would be, for he didn't
know this was just the beggining of a long string of events.
First chapter, I pesume? That's what I'm going to call it, atleast. Crits, comments?
All our welcome :3