Post by Laurael Feathersong on Nov 19, 2009 19:35:04 GMT -5
Character Description
Journal
PG-13 for mild violence and language
She was running across the snow; her leather boots, wet and clinging to her legs, were sinking down making each step a labor. Her lungs burned and her heart was pounding its protests but she continued. She was running away from the shore, determination and terror for those dear to her was all that kept her going through her exhaustion. The snow was red, muddied, and trampled here and she put on more speed with the last bit of strength left in her. Her friends, twelve of them, were there just ahead of her, caught in a fierce battle with atrocities of nature. They each turned to her, their arms outstretched in greeting, and each were slain on the spot. She cried out and fell to her knees, sorrow overwhelming her.
They had no faces.
She woke in a cold sweat, the moisture frozen in small beads to her forehead. She roared out of frustration, throwing herself into a sitting position and slamming the side of her fist into the wall. The young man who had rented the bed next to hers sat up angrily but was cut off with the snap of her head in his direction. He slowly lowered himself back down and pulled the blankets over his shoulders; her eyes aglow in the dim lighting she surely looked like a banshee. Letting out a low growl she rubbed her hands over her face and raked through her hair. Tossing the quilt back, she dismissed a thought about grabbing her boots, and made her way through the hall to the secluded balcony.
Letting out a soft sigh she leaned on the balcony, her arms dangling over the edge, and looked at the moon. “A little help here?” she paused, feeling foolish she shook her head, “You’re a jerk anyhow.” Dropping her gaze back down her thoughts drew back to her dream. She had been plagued with this dream off and on since her change, but it was so frequent within the past few weeks. It unnerved her every time, but every time she got just a little closer to remembering some detail. It was maddening, her memories within grasp; the journal she found had helped some. At least she knew what her name was, the names of her best friend, her mother, her lover. Their looks, smells, personalities, who they were was still lost to her.
“Elidras.” she whispered, nothing more than a sigh on the wind. She squeezed her eyes shut again the moisture betraying her, sadness quickly changing back to anger she pushed herself back from the railing and smashed the pots that were sitting near by. It had been him, ever since that ignorant ass in the market had spoken to her. These dreams did not plague her so strongly until his smug face had showed up. A Human Death Knight, his ebon hair and smooth skin had seemed familiar for just a glimmer. He claimed he didn’t know her, hell he didn’t even know who he was. Resolving herself to return to bed, she turned back to the doorway. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would find him and set him down. Tomorrow she would either find he was someone she knew, or that he wasn’t. Either way, she’d finally get some damned sleep.
Journal
PG-13 for mild violence and language
She was running across the snow; her leather boots, wet and clinging to her legs, were sinking down making each step a labor. Her lungs burned and her heart was pounding its protests but she continued. She was running away from the shore, determination and terror for those dear to her was all that kept her going through her exhaustion. The snow was red, muddied, and trampled here and she put on more speed with the last bit of strength left in her. Her friends, twelve of them, were there just ahead of her, caught in a fierce battle with atrocities of nature. They each turned to her, their arms outstretched in greeting, and each were slain on the spot. She cried out and fell to her knees, sorrow overwhelming her.
They had no faces.
She woke in a cold sweat, the moisture frozen in small beads to her forehead. She roared out of frustration, throwing herself into a sitting position and slamming the side of her fist into the wall. The young man who had rented the bed next to hers sat up angrily but was cut off with the snap of her head in his direction. He slowly lowered himself back down and pulled the blankets over his shoulders; her eyes aglow in the dim lighting she surely looked like a banshee. Letting out a low growl she rubbed her hands over her face and raked through her hair. Tossing the quilt back, she dismissed a thought about grabbing her boots, and made her way through the hall to the secluded balcony.
Letting out a soft sigh she leaned on the balcony, her arms dangling over the edge, and looked at the moon. “A little help here?” she paused, feeling foolish she shook her head, “You’re a jerk anyhow.” Dropping her gaze back down her thoughts drew back to her dream. She had been plagued with this dream off and on since her change, but it was so frequent within the past few weeks. It unnerved her every time, but every time she got just a little closer to remembering some detail. It was maddening, her memories within grasp; the journal she found had helped some. At least she knew what her name was, the names of her best friend, her mother, her lover. Their looks, smells, personalities, who they were was still lost to her.
“Elidras.” she whispered, nothing more than a sigh on the wind. She squeezed her eyes shut again the moisture betraying her, sadness quickly changing back to anger she pushed herself back from the railing and smashed the pots that were sitting near by. It had been him, ever since that ignorant ass in the market had spoken to her. These dreams did not plague her so strongly until his smug face had showed up. A Human Death Knight, his ebon hair and smooth skin had seemed familiar for just a glimmer. He claimed he didn’t know her, hell he didn’t even know who he was. Resolving herself to return to bed, she turned back to the doorway. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would find him and set him down. Tomorrow she would either find he was someone she knew, or that he wasn’t. Either way, she’d finally get some damned sleep.
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