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CanineKing

10-22-2008, 11:50 PM

Kalon@EverfrostNew to these forums! I'm going to try my hand at entertaining you guys with a story! Hope you enjoy!Please post comments! I'd love to see that people are reading and are interested in my story.This story is mature in the fact it has gritty violence, adult themes, sexual content, and deals with many issues regarding our society today. If anyone finds my story to be horrible please tell me so I know what I am doing wrong!This is the story of two very different men, both thrust into society as different personalities. Their reactions to specific events differ immensly, but they still share similar desires and loves. This is a story of a self made man, a man who was rough and hardened, but was lonely even with all his morale deeds. And another man, a weakling, who always had everything handed to him, globs of money pouring into his hands, but turned mad in the pursuit of a single goal. This is their story, compromised of their personal journals and vivid storytelling by myself, a sole witness to their downfall. This is a tale of two men, corrupted by a passion for love, destroyed by each other, and ultimately devoured by emotions. This my friend, is a story lacking in true description but greatly bountiful in thought....A TALE OF TWO MEN ---------------- Dear Journal, They say sadness is merely an emotion in which we feel. A course of depression and denial that digs deep into our mind. They say tears are simply water, falling from our eyes, dripping down our cheeks like rain. They say love is a game, in which everyone plays but no one can win. If that is so, then perhaps I feel sad for feeling no love. Then again, such a benevolent man such as myself should know the touch of a warm skin, or the voice of a goddess so heavenly your ears trickle in harmonious listening. I have always done such charitable acts of kindness...and yet, I am alone. A humble man sitting by the cozy fireplace, listening to its sparks crackle with the burning wood, as the flames danced about. My hands clenched in balls of knuckles, smacking away at air in furious rage. But, alas, my desires are only met by disappointed for not even the most generous acts of the gods could provide me with love to call my own... Your truly, Cade Linch -------------------------------- ----------------------------Dear Journal, HA! I laugh manically at myself. To think, someone as smart as I, could commit such as foolish act. I suppose maybe I was a little profound at first, considering my circumstances. I let myself free to believe my mind could think, and that it could ultimately think for me. But now I see, that I must think for myself. My mind is to fanatically radical to think straight, telling me things that would make me gawk at. How grotesque my actions were, how ridiculous I must have looked. HA! But I have won this match, overthrowing my mind in a competition of wit. Usually my mind tells me how I should open a door, you know? Whether by turning the knob, or gently pushing it open. But this time, perhaps my mind was dormant, because my hand remained frozen in air awaiting a command. So I controlled it myself. HA! They say a man goes mad because he is crazy, and they also say a crazy man is a mad man. So I ask you, dear and beloved chest of emotions, my most trusted source of locking away my thoughts of radiant emotion, I ask you. Am I crazy? Or just mad? I ask you! Sincerely, Jacobs Kinson ------------------------------ The sun illuminated the streets in a shining aura, casting light upon the shadowed allies. The town was bustling with people, looking to buy some craft, or hoping to sell an invention to make a bit of coin. A lowly man dressed in the finest wool vest with a black silk jacket hurried quickly, rushing through the crowds. Whilst, another man dressed in torn cloth shirts and shorts, their loose stitches irritating his skin, nervously worked his bones to madness, with his veins pulsing in outrageous tiredness. Soon their fates would intertwine, whether they knew it or not, sometimes people's lives just somehow manage to change after the most simple expression of interaction ever. Even a mundane task such as saying, "Greetings" can decide one's destiny...

CanineKing

10-24-2008, 11:38 PM

Chapter 1: EncounterJacobs used his bony elbows to crash through crowds of people. The suns heat was nearly unbearable, radiating it's solar power to enslave the world in endless sweat. Jacobs briskly wiped his forehead free of salty sweat, and moved on. He heard constant hollering from hagglers and merchants, and the occasional poor man begging for a bit of coin to keep him alive. Jacobs reached the corner of Graystone Yard, looking around for a particular subject.He encountered Cade, a hard working and sympathetic man, he owned a thriving tailoring business. He often spent long days traversing the lands for worthy materials, and has had his share of shooting a bow to kill an animal. He was robust and strong. His shoulders were broad, and he stood like a tower. His dark skin was tan from over exposure to the sun, and his bald head glistened in the light. His body was covered in green tattoos, blanketing his skin. His eyebrows were fashioned in a way where he appeared to be frowning, but you knew he wasn't. His hands were rough and jagged from meddling around with knifes and from roughly rubbing scratchy cloth. His sand speckled feet were bare, salty, blistered, with red scabs. He wore nothing but an abrasive pair of pants, with loose strings and uneven stitching. Quality was plenty reserved for the rich.Jacobs was prodigiously opposite. He was thin, tall, weak in stature, and frequently stumbled. His clumsiness was unending. His fingers were always nervously fidgeting, and his muscles were like porridge. He walked up to Cade. Finally, he had reached his desired destination."Greetings, sir," Jacobs greeted happily. Cade laid down his tools, and looked up squinting. "Yes?""I was wondering if you'd be willing to fashion me a glorious cloak of silk. Black in color, with embedded jewels and the emblem of my family's name. I'd be willing to pay 50 gold pieces, a hefty price, something you petty workers can only dream of, no offense.""None taken, Lord Jacobs. Of course I can tailor you the perfect cape."Cade picked up his tools, and sped into working. He spun the cloth, and sewed it together, using excellent stitching techniques, and produced a fine specimen. Jacobs tried it on doubtful at first, but satisfied by its quality."Truly luxurious Cade. I admit, I had my doubts but this is wondrous. Truly exceptional craftsmanship." Jacobs twirled around a little longer, basking in his fine cloak. He handed Cade a sack of coins, and felt a strange tingling feeling. At that moment, something happened. They connected, somehow, emotionally. They had felt their spirits intertwine, and they knew this was not going to be their last meeting. Jacobs tipped his hat, and returned to the traffic polluting the streets.

CanineKing

10-28-2008, 11:30 PM

Chapter 2: DreamsCade soaked the bloody cut in some soapy water located in a splintered wooden bucket. He gritted his teeth as he cleaned the cut thoroughly with the soapy cloth. The cut ran down his right arm, and blood gushed out like rivers down his arm. It was deep, and his arm felt numb. He sat on an old crate inside an old barnyard, or better yet, his home. It was small, with a spacious ranch for his animals to frolic around in.In a nearby corner he had patched up some old cloth blankets and bundled together some hay stacks to form a cozy bed. He also had a welding station which he used for warmth on deep, chilling winter nights. A few goats wandered the barn house neighing loudly. Cade groaned, and grabbed some strips of wool. He wrapped them around his stained arm, the blood seeping through soaking the strips in red puddles. He fed the goats, groomed the horses, pet the dog, and any other ordinary task that required his attention. He abided to them even though he arm ached with a stinging pain.He lay down in his itchy bed, staring blankly into space. A small hole in the ceiling provided visible view of the night sky. The stars scattered over the sky, twinkling brightly, the comets torpedoing across the sky, burning in outrageous blue flames, waiting to collide ferociously with solid rock. Cade thought to himself that if he ever could, he would love to be up there. He'd love to walk athwart the skies, like the gods. Catching the comets in his hands like a game, and tapping the burning stars just to feel their glorious magnificence and domination of the universe pulse within him.How he wished so; his dreams of walking the skies was merely a distraction though. He worked hard all day for little pay, dealing with ignorant and intolerable clients, listening to their greedy and picky demands, and handling their inconsiderate behavior. Cade had been working his whole life. From a young lad, he was taught by his father to accept the fact that peasants were bred to work. He broke his bones and limbs to appease his father's wishes. He was taught that hard working would bring him good; that things always worked out for those who busted their tendons working for those who had everything and appreciated it none. Years passed, and his father died fairly young, he had worked himself to death, trying to produce food and drink for Cade.Cade absorbed these lessons, and it was his life's philosophy. But, after years of labor and sweaty devotion to his profession, he had come to realize the unfairness and depressing ungodliness life offered. The world was terrible, ravaged by greed, corruption, and malicious desire. Man did not deserve to live, all he had ever done was bring destruction to the god's world, once beautiful. Norrath had been reduced to a barren wasteland in troubles of war. Because of elves? Not quite. Because of orcs? Perhaps. But the truthful answer, and culprit would have to be man. Man, who was easily persuaded, and even more easily corrupted. Cade had been cheated since birth out of life.He dazed off....He lay crying on a dirt floor, his mother looking at him with dreadful eyes. "Yes, another mouth to feed...is this what I have been working for? Why, why does life hate me!?" Cade swallowed his spit. His mouth was closed from deep thought, and had charged up a bountiful amount of saliva. His lips were dry. He licked them rapidly, mending the bloody cracks and disposing the peels of dead skin.He turned to the sack of gold coins beside him. He graciously fingered the pouch. "Yes, tomorrow I will fetch myself some nice food. Not that dry old bread for cheap coin! Something good, like Naan perhaps? No, probably to expensive, that is royal bread," Cade's tired eyes lazily closed, his eyelids sluggishly reaching across his eye. His breath was slow paced, and he was in peaceful serenity, dreaming of star walking and space gazing.Tomorrow, he thought, may bring him something unexpected. He had much money, and he would need to keep it safe. On the other side of the once busily stocked city, now silent and snoring, a large mansion estate lay in shadows, except for the single light coming from a small wax candle. Jacobs sat awake, reading a delightful book. But his emotions were in unrest, and he was fighting a tug of war in his head. He had a slight disadvantage in morale confusion, and his mind was hazily thinking of what tomorrow might bring....

CanineKing

11-08-2008, 03:36 PM

Chapter 3: Books, tea, and deathJacobs drearily kept his eyes open. They were tired, their muscles giving out to work, slowly ebbing their way down. He muttered phrases of the book he was reading aloud. It helped him focus on the context of the story, his mind visualizing the events taking place within the tale.He hurriedly flipped through the pages at incredible speed, skimming the pages, his eyes burning with anxiety of the story. He read promptly, nearly stripping the book of every unread word. He closed it with a thunderous slam and placed it gently on the table beside him. His delicate hands slowly poured a warm cup of tea, and he drank it to sooth his mind. It was a calming environment, as he snacked on scones and Jum Jum muffins; it was the perfect moment. He called his servant, a lowly character who's family had a history of poverty.They worked for the most prestigious, and wealthiest, dukes and lords among the land, earning themselves guaranteed shelter and food for their needs. He was short, round, and heavily built. But he was inevitably capable of strenuous physical chores. "Gord, fetch me a napkin, I have soiled my mouth with dirty crumbs. I mustn't attend the ball appearing as a slob, shall I?""Not at all, sir, I shall bring you a napkin immediately,""And one more thing, Gord, grab me those parcels I keep in my drawer...I shall be needing them for the occasion tonight,""Yes, sir, absolutely,"Gord obeyed without resentment. He brought the items to his lord, and was humbly dismissed. Jacobs shuffled abruptly through the scraps of parchment. They were letters of some sort, all addressed to a Ms. Linzey Scott. They were on rough hide parchments, some beautifully written and organized compositions; others outrageous messes of words. They read romantic messages. Delightful and deep poems, emotions, and love ran through the letters. However, each of them had been crucially stopped towards the end. None of them seemed to be finished, nor were they sealed. It appeared that Jacobs had written lovely letters to a comely girl, but he never sent them.Perhaps each time he wrote, he couldn't exactly find the words he meant to say, crumpling the papers and throwing them aside. Jacobs himself had been infatuated with Ms. Linzey for awhile, since a faithful day so many years before. She was the daughter of a wealthy duke, a powerful man who was blessed by the Qeynos Guard for his achievements. He was extremely rich, much like Jacobs, and owned a large farm estate on the plains of Antonica, near the outskirts of the Qeynos walls. Jacobs had met her before at a ball during Frostfell. They had talked about many things. The issues of the wealthy, the woes of the poor, and the great authors of Norrath. Jacobs was a novel enthusiast.He was fascinated at the very art of writing. The thought that people could pass along epic stories through simple strokes of pen to enlighten one's day with mystery and adventure sparked imagination in Jacobs. He scoured the lands armed with his plentiful coin seeking the highest praised novels in all of Norrath. His extensive library was stocked with immensely incredible works. He drank some more of his tea, it's delicious taste running down his throat. He peered around the room. The bookshelves were crafted from strong redwood trees, They were titanic, looking down upon everything in the room. Books, papers, portraits, and other valuable items were placed on the shelves. He glared at the shelves blankly, trying to decide what to read next.He sighed, and began voluble conversation with himself."All these books...so many books....all filled with adventures and villains, and endless entertainment. And yet, I am bored? Perhaps it is because aside from eligible pieces within these archives, I have undoubtedly read every book. There must be more? I have been looking for so many years for new books...I guess the writing art is dead. That is a damned shame, I was beginning to enjoy my time here. Not like when father was alive....no sir...he made me read books for no reason.He said one day I would appreciate his torture, and that books teach morals and lessons. I have yet to find a book that does that. My collection is solely for entertainment. My father knew nothing of parenting. He was a wealthy and lucky man, who's son was a mere accident. He sought to teach me the game of life but failed gravely. So he turned to books to teach me....I remember my summer days. The children enjoyed sunny afternoons, playing around the gardens, gawking at peasant children who were not given such a pleasure. I should have been out there, playing with them, learning their language, their culture, their structure.But no! I was stuck inside these empty hallways reading and reading and reading and reading and reading.....But I learned something from books! Oh sir I learned well! I realized that life's obstacles were challenging...and to achieve true victory they must be removed from the heroes' path! So he had to go...my poor father. I did it respectively, silently, and quickly. In his dormant sleep, he snored loudly. I had done it with a rope....consequently one I had received from a peasant boy. He was dead from my strangling rage, and the peasant kerra was imprisoned.It was so perfect! So perfectly executed....But no, I look back on it in shame...that I look at myself as the perfect murderer. That is not a title I want to be known by, especially by Linzey. Yes....Linzey...she played in the gardens, so graciously. And I, stuck in this house, plotting, and evaluating those "Morals" I was learning. All these books, and not one for me to read....."Jacobs drank his tea, ate his scones, and scowled lonely on his chair. Angry at the books? Or angry at something else entirely...

CanineKing

11-09-2008, 09:42 PM

Chapter 4: Shaping Up"Come here boy!"Cade yielded his father's call. He scurried roughly through the corn husks and plants to his father's location. He was panting heavily, exhausted from working all day. His father's eyes gleamed at him disapprovingly."You're slow Cade, slow. Where do you get your sloth feet from, your mother? It certainly was not of my working. Nonetheless, you're still useful. Listen up boy!"Cade listened attentively. His father led him away from a thin, finely dressed man. He crouched down to Cade, and began to speak in whispers."This here young man is looking to buy a fine horse. I have told him of Air Whip, our white stallion. He has offered a fine price for him. Please go fetch him, Cade," he patted Cade's back and he was off. Cade sped quickly to the old barn, wiping his forehead toughly. His sweat was becoming unbearable. He was as wet as a man who just went for a pleasant swim. He wandered through the old barn slowly, enjoying his brief time of shadowy coolness. He found Air Whip grazing on some dry grass. He approached her cautiously, and caressed her head soothingly."It's alright girl, come on, let's go," Cade took her reins and led her back to his demanding father. "Here you are sir, a fine specimen. She is bred for speed and durability. I do not think you will be so easily disappointed."The stick man looked the horse over, examining it carefully, searching for the slightest discomfort or issue. He stood back up, and turned to Cade's father."Yes, quite exquisite. Here is your pay, a large sum of coin , if you ask me, to be paying for a horse."The man's eyes motioned towards Cade, who was scooping up the adult's conversation like food. He was deeply intrigued by the talk of grown ups. They spoke in great debates with such broad words.They had traveled many years, and knew many things, and exchanged them effortlessly with one another. Cade met eyes with the man, his curiosity in Cade puzzled him. "What about this boy...."Cade's father perked up, and protested."What do you mean? This is my son, lord,""Yes, I know that, I am not a bumbling idiot like you fellow un educated buffoons. I meant is HE for sale?""Of course not, he is my son, and a lazy worker,""He looks strong, probably takes after his father,"The man smiled mischievously. Cade quietly protested with gaping his mouth at his father, shaking his head in a trifling fashion. His father looked at the ground in absorbed thought. The lord intervened Cade's father's thinking. "I'd be willing to offer, say, seventy five gold pieces a month, for him to come stay at my estate for 5 years. I am in immediate demand of another helping hand, and your boy seems perfect.""Why not me? I am a hardy wor-""No, not you! You are old and decrepit. You could fall on the job, a risk I cannot afford to take. This boy has potential, and will last far longer than you, I guarantee that. He will be back, and you will be rich enough to sleep on a real bed. This offer is an astounding offer; you would have to be a fool to decline. My father turned to me, then to his farm house, then to the man. His eyebrows arched, he squinted and looked upon the sun. A few minutes passed, and the solace answer Cade was expecting was replaced by sadness. "Fi-....Fi.....Fine, we have a deal,"Cade shouted, "Father! How could you? I do not agree to this!,"His father gripped him by the shoulder, and led him back to the spot they were before. It was a solitude location, with a breeze, and shade. "Listen son, I do not want this. But that price is superb. You will return to a house, with a bed, and a kitchen, and a yard. You've always wanted your old man to live his golden days in somber tranquility and comfort. Right?"Cade shrugged, and refused to look his father in the face. His father used many words in which Cade did not understand. His father had 2 years of an education under his belt, more than most peasants. He was always working to give Cade a good education, but he had yet to see one. His father shook him to attain his attention. "Please Cade, for me, for your mum? Please Cade...look at your future for god sakes!""But, I don't know, I just don't,""Cade, this would be a good opportunity for you. You would get much pay, and besides, maybe he will work that laziness out of you boy; you need to shape up!""Dad!""Sorry, Cade. Listen to me, you need this more than you know. Please Cade, understand me, you need this!""Ok, I will do it..."His father chuckled with relief, and they returned to the customer. He smiled graciously, but at the same time his eyes burned intensely with a devilish glare. Cade grabbed a few belongings, a pocket knife, a journal, a pen, and some old clothes. He climbed into the wagon, and gloomily waved good bye. His father waved good bye as well, and revealed his rotten old teeth when he smiled. The wagon raced away in the distance. Cade did not know it, but this would be the last moment he ever saw his father.For most of the ride Cade was quiet. His anger had completely dissolved any form of friendliness he had, so he did not speak to this man. The man himself tried to spark conversation halfway through the journey. "So, Cade is it? I suppose you should know, I am Lord Zin Scott the III. You will address me by Sir Scott, or plainly sir. I'd prefer you to keep yourself well maintained. Clean yourself, comb you hair, and don't get too dirty. And, stay away from my daughter! She does not need to involve herself with people like you."Cade grunted angrily, but Zin took no account of it. They pulled up on a large plantation late in the afternoon. Many peasant worked out in the crop fields, some were working mills, other's cleaning horses, and some simply panting for a break. Cade was led out of the wagon, and displaced in a line of equally young boys. They stood in a line for about 20 minutes, until finally a shrew woman appeared. She was old, but not the least bit feeble. She wore a muddied uniform and carried a rolled up whip. She smirked at the boys, and began to speak. When she talked, her lips moved strangely, like a donkey, and spit flew everywhere.A boy went to wipe the saliva from his face, and she whipped his hand faster than a cobra. "Listen up you scoundrels. You are all new recruits here, so listen up! I said listen up maggot!" a crack sounded like thunder. "I am here to lay down some ground rules of this establishment. My name is Miss Mary Leen, Not misses, not sir, not ma'am, not anything besides Miss Mary Leen, got that? If any of you address me by Leening Lady, Mary leens, Mary wants to leen, or The leening !@#$%, I will cut your throats! Understood? Good! Now, no associating yourself with the residents of that home, nor with any guests or passer bys. Do not ever slack off, you get breaks when I tell you to break, and any job, no matter what, must be done fully and precisely completed. No unmannerly behavior. When feeding ,you will use napkins, and silverware, and proper dinner conversation. No breakfast, no lunch, we can't afford to feed all you pigs! I SAID LISTEN DAMNIT!!!" several cracks flew out, lashing various peoples near Cade.He swallowed. His spine shivered, and fear was slowly enveloping him. My father has sent me to hell, Cade thought. Leen began to speak once more, continuing her rules. "No fooling around with the animals, no damaging property, no mouthing off to higher personnel, and absolutely no speaking of any kind to Miss Linzey Scott, the lord's daughter. He is protective of her, and at such a young age, her fragile mind does not need to be muddled by you imbeciles. I hope you all remember these rules, or else there will be hell to pay! Dismissed!"Cade and the other boys traveled to the order station. Cade received a crumpled slip with a job imprinted on it. This was a strange system of dispensing jobs, but it proved effective later on. "Feed the pigs" Cade read. He wandered aimlessly around the farm, searching for the pig pen. He fed the pigs breezily, and read the next part on the slip. "Return to order station for exchange" Cade groaned, and returned all the way back to the station. The land was expansive, and took forever to transport. The order giver examined the parchment, and pulled out a box.The box contained separate sections, each designated by labels on their difficulty and work load. She placed the pig slip in the green section, and pulled out a yellow one. This one gave Cade two chores this time. "Feed the horses" Cade growled menacingly. "Find Linzey's doll" Cade curiously examined it, and assumed the worst. He had been told not to interfere with her, so if he found the doll, would he return it to Leen? Or Zin? But what if he encountered Linzey....and where was he supposed to look? These questions aroused Cade's adventurous side. Finally a challenge he presumed. He looked on to the mansion, and saw a short girl with long red hair playing in the garden. He decided to finish his horse duty, and tried not to think too much of Linzey. He looked on in the distance, wondering why the lord was so desperate for workers. Many bony peasants covered the hills before his eyes.

CanineKing

11-09-2008, 09:55 PM

Chapter 5: Dare to SpeakMany workers would halt Cade and ask him to read a word or direction for them on their slips. Most of these rustic laborers were illiterate, Cade being an exception due to his father's drive for intelligence. He passed by vast plains full of crops, with gardeners tending to the vegetables and plants.They looked bleakly at Cade, shaking their heads. "Not another one...." they would often murmur. Cade did not realize it was that obvious to pick out new crofters. He reached the horse, finally, and brushed their long manes. He splashed the bucket of soapy water on the horse's body, and used some wool to scrub his skin. The horse neighed violently, disliking this infuriating soak. Cade yawned, and looked to the clouds. They were painted red. The sun was setting gradually, casting a purplish aura over the mountains. Cade sighed. "Now, Linzey. Maybe if I just wait until sundown, maybe they won't make me work anymore? A little sleep? No, this place seems to cruel..."He galloped back to the garden, and fashioned a comfortable spot on a stump for him to sit on. For many minutes he gazed at her, wondering whether he should attempt to make contact. Occasionally he'd scan the horizon, searching for a witness. Eventually the girl met eyes with him, and for a brief moment they were locked in staring. She got up from her knees, and set down her hoe. She walked over to Cade leisurely, trying not to look so interested in his actions. She neared closer, and her orange hair flowed in the wind. It was long, silky, and probably soft. He skin was perfect complexion. She was about the same height as Cade, probably the same age.Cade distracted himself for a moment. How old was he? He concentrated. Let's see, a few years ago I was 10, I think...how long has it been? Last I checked...the papers? What did the paper say...hmm...oh yes, I am twelve. 12! She looks 13, maybe 14...no 13. Why is she approaching me? I am so going to get canned.....he gulped anxiously. He was now standing directly in front of him. He tried to look down at the soil, give himself something else to think about, but his eyes were pasted to her."What are you looking at?" Her soft voice spoke. It was a symphonious harmony that rang in Cade's ears like a bell. Had an angel spoken? Or merely just this girl. He eyes were bright blue, and her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides. It was apparent she was feeling just as awkward. Then again, staring at someone can be a inept experience. She wanted it to stop, and she came over here to spread law."Me?" these words dragged out of his mouth. He didn't know what to say. He was overwhelmed by an incredible sensation of happiness but embarrassment, and didn't know how to cope with it."Yes you! Who else would I be talking to?""Umm..." Cade was desperately seeking a answer. He was too tense, and sweated bled from his skin. Luckily, she continued the conversation along. "What's the matter, you tongue tied? Don't worry, my father won't kill you if he finds out you talk to me. Come on, speak up? At least tell me your name,""Cade, ma'am,""Don't call me ma'am. I am just a young girl. Gosh, I do not want to be addressed in such a formal manner. Just call me Linzey!""Yes, sorry ma-err- Linzey,""Don't be so panicky. You're not going to get in any trouble, I promise,"For a few minutes, they were both silent. Yet again Linzey disturbed the silence."Why were you staring at me Cade?"Cade spilled his guts."Well, I have this slip here, it says I need to find your rag doll. I was just debating whether it would be a good idea to ask you for some clues or anything like that....""Oh, well, I can see you are loyal to your work. You did not disobey my father. I broke the rules for you, but don't worry. Anyway, why don't you come join me in the garden, Cade?""I don't know, it isn't a good idea; I could get in serious trouble,""Cade, heh, I told you! You are not going to get in trouble, come on,""I guess, it wouldn't hurt."Linzey grasped his hand, and skipped off to the gardens, whisking him with her. He felt warmth from her hand, it gave him a sudden burst of courage. He totally was relieved of his troublesome ailments of fear. The gardens were beautiful. Marvelously crafted stone walkways stitched the garden, with patches of wild flowers, daisies, roses, and other beautiful works. Pretty trees provided shade on a sunny day, and a canopy built from marble stone added a nice atmosphere. They sat down on smooth seats, very heavy, at a woven vine hemmed table. On the table were intricately designed tea pots and glasses; plates and silverware; napkins and food. Cade eyed the scones interestingly. Rich food...so glorious! Linzey pulled up a seat beside him, and poured him a glass of jasmine tea. Linzey's eyebrow rose."Why aren't you drinking your tea?""This food...is for me?""Well who else! You're the only one here!""Oh...of course!"He gulped down the food quickly. He shot the tea down his throat unforgiving. He stopped once to wipe the crumbs from his mouth. When he had finished his meal, he turned gratefully to his host, and thanked her for feast. "I wouldn't call it a feast, it is only a few snacks and drink,""Really there is more? Oooops, sorry, [Removed for Content], where are my manners? I don't need more, I have had enough,""If you want more food, I can get some?""No, it's ok, besides, dusk is creeping up, I should get looking for that doll.""Oh right....the doll. Well, you see, that isn't going to be easy,""Why not?""I was frolicking in the woods the other day, and I heard a viscous howl. I was frightened, dropped the doll, and ran. It is dangerous out there, Cade, I don't think you should do this chore.""But I HAVE to. Miss Mary Leen said so, every job, completed completely!""Oh don't listen to that old !@#$%, she knows nothing. You can skip this job,"Deep down Cade wanted to avert this task greatly. He was becoming dangerously close with Linzey. If he was caught, he would likely be hung. It was against law to disobey your employer's laws. Fraternizing with his daughter could land Cade in a serious situation. But he couldn't help but feel an obligation to the job itself. All his life, his father had taught him to appreciate work, and to never give up. Cade had an implanted notion in his mind. It had been there since birth, and owned no relativity to what Leen said. Cade HAD to do his job, he HAD to do it well, and he HAD to not complain.He didn't try to explain, he thought Linzey wouldn't understand, so he worked his way into another direction."Linzey, don't worry. It won't take long. I am a tough fighter! Now I Promise! I will be back with your doll.""Well, if you are going out there, I will navigate you to my doll's supposed location."Linzey took of her dress, and dug around in the dirt. She pulled out a muddy chest. She snuck a key from her hair, and inserted it in the lock. Once the chest was open, she whipped out some raggedy farmer's clothing. Cade looked at her in awestruck. "It's merely my adventure clothes! You can't expect me to do much in a dress?""I wouldn't know, I have never been in a dress,""Well, let's get moving!"They headed for some nearby woodland, scampering across the garden to avoid sight. Sounds of birds singing, crickets chirping, and wolves howling filled the hair. An ominous moan wafted around, whilst the scent of bark choked Cade's nose. Linzey's fear erupted, and she clenched Cade's shoulders, trying to hide behind his back. "Cade...""Yes ma'am, err, Linzey?""Thanks,"

CanineKing

11-09-2008, 09:56 PM

Chapter 6: Tendency to BiteSwallows sung heavenly tunes from their kingdoms in the trees. A gentle gust brushed against the trees, rustling their leaves in tender motion. Cade walked carefully, inspecting every possible hiding place around. Many hunters would often stalk their prey safely from the shadows, and Cade was frightful of a sudden pounce of claws. Linzey followed closely behind, flinching at every sound she heard. She had a palpable fear within her, and it was evident to Cade. He crouched over to pick up a sturdy stick. It was cracked halfway, and had a sharp stub on it's end. He whacked it brutally in the air, testing it's strength. Linzey indicated the doll's location with a stiff finger. It was westward, deep into the eerie woods."So Linzey, you heard a howl did you say?""Yes, a loud howl! It was so terrifying. It sounded exactly like that of a wolf, but....""But what?""They aren't usually around these parts. It would be strange for us to find one.""Right, I understand. Very rare...."They continued their sluggish pace across some marshy lands. The farther in they trekked, the soil became moist, the trees grew uneasy, and a smog filled the air. A small creek rushed by, and Cade helped Linzey across it. The water felt good on Cade's feet. All this walking, he hadn't noticed the bloody blisters that formed on his feet. Linzey smacked away at bugs bothering her, while Cade focused his concentration on the path ahead. Linzey stopped dead in her tracks. She tapped Cade's shoulder frantically. "Look yonder!"Cade searched the trees, but found nothing. She slapped him in the head, a gesture he took without retaliating. "There!" Cade looked onward, and saw an enormous canine sleeping on a bushel of leaves inside a cave. He was barbaric in appearance. His hair was ragged, with lonely strands pointing out like thorns. He was thin, his bony rib cage barely covered in a skin coat that looked like tearing. He was red in some areas; with patches of hairless skin. He was diseased, and flea bidden. He snored awkwardly, pausing in between intervals at different times. When the beast coughed, Linzey jumped back quickly.Cade laughed solemnly. "Not funny, you jerk!""I never said it was,""Be quiet Cade! Don't wake him."Cade studied his adversary. The doll lay by the bedrock of the creek, below the nose of the cave. Cade could crawl in and retrieve it, but only if he could overcome his own fear. Their was an absolute likeliness that the wolf would wake, be angered, and jump at Cade with waving claws and slashing teeth. Linzey pushed Cade in the back."Hurry up, it is almost night," Cade assured her he would get it. He viewed the wolf again. He would have to be extremely stealthy, moving without sound, holding his breath to avoid confrontation with the beast. He moved forward by a little step; followed by another tiny step. Linzey moved her hands in a rushing movement. Cade stomped into the creek, his feet sinking into the muddy abyss. The splash produced a loud sound, which echoed through the labyrinth of trees. Cade panted, peering at the wolf. He remained dormant. Cade edged forward. He was across the creek; the whole time staring at his feet to make sure they do not fool up.He moved his head up, only to find him self eye level with the wolf. The alcove of the cave reached over the creek, much like a balcony. The wolf snorted, his mucous slapping Cade's eyes. He hung out his tongue in disgust, feeling the warm and wet breath explode in his face. He bent over relaxingly, moving is hand towards the doll while keeping a close eye on the beast. Fear ate away at his bravery. His hand stopped in mid air. He stood erect in front of the wolf, hearing Linzey gasp. She knew he had stopped, and may be dead. She envisioned his blood running down the rocks into the river. Cade gulped. He had to swallow his fear, and overcome his terror. Cade did not fear many things. He laughed at murderers, gawked at soldiers, spat on orcs, and kicked dirt at goblins. Cade was frightened of death. Death was the one thing holding him back. Death would end him, smiting him unfairly. Death was portrayed as the end to Cade, and he feared the end. He feared it so. Death was near him, closely, so close Cade could touch it. He dared not to. He thought of Linzey. She was a special girl.Most females made Cade bend over in revulsion. But Linzey was different. She was special. Very special. She gave Cade a sensational jolt, and when she spoke he twitched slightly, completely mesmerized by her presence. She was sincere, sweet, and so pleasant. Most girls were like vipers. They seemed nice all coiled up, but would strike unremorsefully when angered. Most girls, Cade thought, had a tendency to bite. Linzey was an exemption from the rules. She was beautiful, with a voice of gods, and a divine power in which she brought Cade to his knees. He felt courage with her, but now he knew only fear. The smoggy fogs, dirty waters, ghostly trees, and viscous beasts made Cade cower. "Cade, what are you waiting for? Come on Cade! Don't be scared, grab the doll!" Linzey's voice pierced the shield of horror Cade was bestowed with. His hands grasped the doll firmly, and he dashed away from the wolf. Him and Linzey stampeded to the gardens, not looking back at what might follow them.They fell to their knees, exhausted and scared. They gazed at each other, and began to laugh endlessly. They lay on their backs now. The sun had set, and stars expanded the skies. The universe was arranging itself to display for the night. The moon crept behind the clouds, hiding away from the world. Cade and Linzey lay beside each other. Cade caught glimpses of Linzey. She had roused a strange feeling in him. Love."So Cade, where are you from?""Umm, I am from Qeynos,""Well no duh! I meant what town?""Gray Stone Yard. My family has a farm on the outskirts of Antonica, and we often visit Gray Stone Yard to sell and buy, so I call it my home. How bout you?""Right here silly,""Oh right, heh, sorry my mistake. I meant where are we? I didn't pay attention to navigation signs on the way here,""Well, this farm is spreads for miles across the plains of the Thundering Steppes. It has been my family's property for several generations.""Oh, sounds like your wealthy relatives have history.""Yeah, but to be honest....sometimes I wish I wasn't rich Cade, you know what I mean?""Not really Linzey, poverty is something I'd give up in a single day.""I'm just a kid, but I know things. This life isn't for me. I am not mannerly, I am not polite, I am not stuffy, I am not shallow, I am not cut out for this social life. I like to play in mud, I like to work, I like to make dirty jokes at a bar table surrounded by friends. Cade....you've inspired me,""What do you mean?""I was planning it for awhile, and I've finally decided, I am going to run away!""No, you can't! You'll kill your father. He cares too much about you, he can't take a hit like that, Linzey.""I know, I know...."They were hushed for many moments. Linzey whispered in Cade's ears softly, "Sometimes Cade, I think about it. And I think that a noose would be a good idea. You know, that the rope and ceiling are looking friendly..."Cade looked at her astonishingly. "What, Linzey, suicide? Linzey, you cannot do that!""I know Cade, I know, it is just, sometimes....sometimes.....I just don't know Cade. This life is going to beat me, and it is going to spit me out till I am nothing more than dust.""Linzey, don't talk like that. Life is tough, it isn't a luxury..."Cade paused. He remember his mother.... "Yes, another mouth to feed...is this what I have been working for? Why, why does life hate me!?" Cade realized that life was not given unwillingly. It was a privilege. Linzey sighed for a moment. She turned to Cade, and soothingly said, "Cade, thanks for getting my doll. You are a good friend...""LINZEY! TIME TO COME IN DEAR!"Linzey's father hollered repeatedly for her. "Oh no, I have to go, sorry Cade. See you tomorrow." She ran off into the distance, waving good-bye to Cade. He got up, straightened out his back, and unscrambled the slip. Yes, tomorrow.... He returned to the station. He meandered the camps, looking for a place to sleep. He found a nice cot made of hay straws with a pelt stitched in the corners. He lay down, situating himself comfortably, and shut his eyes tightly. Dreaminess throbbed in his head. He thought of Linzey's voice trying to recapture it's tone in his mind. His memories were strictly reserved as he tried hard to recreate her face, her smooth hands. He felt good, and a smile stretched across his face. His happiness was shattered."Yes, another mouth to feed...is this what I have been working for? Why, why does life hate me!?"...Cade's life was an accident. He did not deserve it, and neither did his parents. He was a burden to them. Cade felt shame and guilt, as he pulsated with sadness. "Get rid of it? Never! He is my son, I bore him. Of course dear, I do not want him. But it is my duty to the gods to protect and nourish their children. He is mine, even though he is not welcome," Cade raged at his mother. He remembered all the repressed memories of his mishaps. His forehead burned with pain as he frowned severely. This was a pure indication he had hatred flowing through his veins. But he controlled himself, and after calming down, fell asleep. Cade never saw Linzey again.Their encounter that day had been fateful, and an event that was not meant to be. Five years past, and he returned home. He was a young man now, hardened by labor, disciplined by punishment. His father died form illness, his mother from thugs. Cade found himself alone. Technically the farm was his. He nurtured the animals; maintained the broken roof and walls. He sat down in a corner and cried once. He had only a few fond memories of Linzey. He had many accounts of savage labor. And no parents to guide him into becoming a man. He was left alone, to fend for himself. Survival was top priority. Cade had grown into a finely molded man of true craftsmanship and dexterity. He was witty, strong, and kind. He held these values. He remembered his father's words often...Cade awoke suddenly.It was still night. He had dozed off, but was only sleeping only succinctly. He rubbed his face coarsely. He wiped his eyes, and went back to sleep. Those memories were forgotten I thought....heh, they certainly are pleasant to recall though. But, they are merely memories, figments of my life. Cade fell asleep again. The night was still young however for another man of equally compassionate feelings, or so it seems.--------------------------{Heya everyone, hope you all are enjoying this so far! I like to write, and I do it to entertain people. I would also love some feedback, it helps motivate me in writing more often when I know people are actually reading my stuff!}

Rinion

12-10-2008, 02:10 PM

You make alot of mistakes in gender. For one when you refer to the stallion then call it a girl.. Stallions are male horses, their is no such thing as a female stallion.then when cade meets linzey you reffer to linzey as a he a number of times.I get a distinct feeling about where this story is heading and I would like to remind you that Norrath is not bound by the teachings and morale codes of Earth Religions. Just something to think about as you write your Fan-Fiction.