SecrAtive Girl
09-02-2006, 08:36 PM
<DIV> <DIV><FONT color=#999999 size=2>((i recently revived a character i used to play and really enjoy and have found myself once again swept up in her mind and view of the world. i have always been too shy, and i guess insecure, to post in this forum, but i do believe i'm over it :smileywink:, this is the first entry in what i plan to make a continuing narrative of Arixona's life and thoughts. there are several chronicles and stories out there that i enjoy. i hope others will enjoy mine as well.))</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT color=#999999></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT color=#999999></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT color=#999999 size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT color=#999999 size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT color=#999999 size=2>Arixona sat at the desk clenching and releasing a fist. She stared at the blank parchment and quills and wondered, not for the first time, why she was listening to the advice of a man who chased every swaying back side that came within sight. Put it down he said. Putting <STRONG>him</STRONG> down seemed a much better idea. She chuckled a moment, then growled and took up a quill....</FONT></DIV> <DIV> <P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#cc3300 size=3>The Memoir of Arixona Vale</FONT></STRONG></P> <P align=justify><EM><STRONG><FONT color=#cc3300>Entry I: Mother's Blood<BR></FONT></STRONG></EM><FONT face="Times New Roman"><BR><EM><FONT size=2><FONT face=Arial color=#999999>my father was a quiet Feir'Dal with a nice smile. he loved my mother. at least i think he did - while she lived anyway. but the pleasant memories are of my mother. her strong half Teir'Dal; her compassion ordinary human. she did not speak much of her past, though i am certain something extraordinarily unholy happened to drive her from Neriak. she always said no one there knew of her mixed heritage, but perhaps she was found out. or perhaps she refused one too many suitors. she had always disliked Teir'Dal men. arrogant she said. but i did not care about Neriak, or the Teir'Dal. i cared about her. she died birthing a brother... who struggled for his own life a day or two, then joined my mother in the hereafter. if there is such a thing. </FONT></FONT></EM></FONT></P> <P align=justify><EM><FONT face=Arial color=#999999 size=2>my mother... she was so very beautiful you see, and kind. yes, kind. she told me stories about the world and what it was like before the shattering. she told me about fairies and goblins and pirates and all the things good mother's tell their children when they lay warm and safe in their beds. her descriptions gave me such a desire to go out see those things myself. but she died. like i said. and then my father remarried. some wood elf heiress. heir to what i hadn't a clue and didn't care, but it disgusted me; the way my father carried on with her. running about laughing and hugging and kissing. my mother not even cold in her grave! and then one day my father tripped through the door looking as though he'd thrown down one too many glasses of brandy, and blurted out "she's carrying a child! a child! we are going to have another child!". he carried on a bit after that, but i was not listening. all i could hear was the blood rushing through my head with such fury that i am certain i could have killed him... had i not been so small at the time.</FONT></EM></P> <P align=justify><FONT size=2><FONT color=#999999><FONT face=Arial><EM>and what a child she turned out to be!</EM> <I>a little fool is what she was! always tugging on my shirt. always with the questions. always with the smiles. sickening! and how they cooed over the little pest. "Look what a beautiful picture Anarin drew", "Guess what Anarin learned today", "Doesn't Anarin sing like an angel?". ACK! these thoughts turn my stomach! they were all so certain she'd turn professional someday, and wouldn't that have just suited her? </I></FONT></FONT></FONT><I><FONT face=Arial color=#999999 size=2>but i hear she has become a priestess. a priestess no less! who does she think she is!? well no amount of prayer is going to save her black soul... and no divine protection will keep me from sending her to whatever absent god she prays to! </FONT></I></P> <P><FONT face=Arial color=#999999 size=2><EM>perhaps i filched a bit of coin here and there... picked up a trinket now and again... gave a few of those ridiculously weak wood elf boys a beating or two... or three. it didn't make me a killer for pity's sake! and i certainly didn't murder her mother! when i found her, she was laying still and gray on the blood soaked floor... a piece of torn cloth in her hand. as i reached down to retrieve that cloth, Anarin's scream startled me upright, and next i knew i was laying on the floor; her fists grinding into my face and any other fleshy surface she could strike. when i finally managed to throw her off, she screamed profanities and damnations and swore she would make me pay. the little witch!</EM> </FONT><FONT size=2><FONT color=#999999><FONT face=Arial>Arixona growls fiercely and her fist smashes down onto the desk top, skewing it's careful setting.</FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P><FONT size=2><FONT color=#999999><FONT face=Arial>She pauses and takes a calming breath. Watching what was left of her wine slowly creep towards the edge of the desk, she pats her hair back into place and retrieves the quill.</FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P><FONT size=2><FONT color=#999999><FONT face=Arial>a<EM>fter a weeks time i tried to contact my father... but he was surrounded by Qeynosian Guards. protecting him from me no doubt. as if he needed protecting. perhaps that is what angers me most... that he would believe i killed her. i hated her that was true enough, but i would not have taken her from him. at the time i wanted nothing more than to proclaim my innocence and beg him to believe me. it's amusing really. beg of the man who claimed to love my mother so well, he betrayed her memory and withheld his love from her only child? and now... now i want him to look into my eyes and see the truth. i want to see the shock and horror in his eyes, as i tell him what i think of his weak soul and watch the life leak away from them after i plunge my dagger into his black heart.</EM></FONT></FONT></FONT></P></DIV></DIV>