From: altaradp@aol.com (Altara dP)
Date: 31 Oct 1999 00:14:18 EDT
Another night in the Arena brought more of the words from the one calling himself Serilious. Perhaps the time had finally come for her to seek out the wise one who had gave her the new life. Seems the lad knows more than he lets on, a shame he always runs when questioned. Her mind made up to seek the silvery wolf that had breathed the life back to her, she walked slowly from Golden's office after dropping the note to him
about her leaving for a time. A moon's passing should suffice she mused, wondering if she could drag the upstart along for the journey, surely not companionship, but an end to the question he had set in her mind.
How could he know her as Lyanna, that part of her life long left behind..but he knows..or thinks he does...
Stepping into the dim Arena to search for him proved useless. A snagged scrap of paper from the bar in her hands and a quickly penned note.
"Lets see ifn this gets 'is attention"
Seri o' the golden eyes,
Ya say ya know, then lets prove what ya know instead o' runnin' from ma questions. I go to seek the silvery one ta nae taint ma bargain afore I act towards yerself. As ya claim ta know one as I, then ya know that ya 'ave nothin' ta fear, such as 'avin' yer 'eart rent from ma madness from the pact I 'old close in ma breaths. Lest yer afraid, as ya nae claim ta be, join one on a soujourn of a second birthright. Wi' or wi'out ya ma steps shall lead me
there. Afore a seven night, I shall be gone from Rhydin ta seek the answers that ya claim ta know aready. Mebbe another can set ya free o' ma past. Will await word from yerself.
Altara
The journey begins...Altie's tale ((sl))
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From: serilious@aol.com (Serilious)
Date: 01 Nov 1999 18:08:39 EST
In silence he had crept along the shadows in her wake...unwilling to allow Lyanna to know just how much more he was than he appeared...his past jaded much as the one she had claimed for her own...but that was before. Her appearances of calm casualness he knew well to be a facade...for deep within she hungered again to feed....to allow the blood lust to run rampant as it once had. But those things would all come in due
time...for now he interest lied simply in taking in the missive she had chosen to apply to the cork. Alowing his golden gaze to wander a long moment he assured himself none were about...then crept yet closer to take in that he sought.
A wicked grin crossed his lips as he read on...snickering to hinself as he quickly scrawled his own response.
Lyanna...Beholder of the baited breath,
Be wary of that ya seek lass...for many prefer thier nightmare to revela themselves fully only in a dream. For what you seek in the silvery one...might too prove to be more than you could fathom...Confidence...even arrogance have been said to be qualities beseehed in me...yet YOU might be the only to know the full truth in what lies within. To say I fear to walk a path you choose to...no matter how forced said path might be...is utter
nonsense. If you have not realized...there is nothing I fear...For with fear comes weakness...something until of late I had thought youself incapable of. Small things indeed set eyes wide at times...look well into that you ask...for your desires might yet came to haunt you.
Serilious
Date: 01 Nov 1999 18:08:39 EST
In silence he had crept along the shadows in her wake...unwilling to allow Lyanna to know just how much more he was than he appeared...his past jaded much as the one she had claimed for her own...but that was before. Her appearances of calm casualness he knew well to be a facade...for deep within she hungered again to feed....to allow the blood lust to run rampant as it once had. But those things would all come in due
time...for now he interest lied simply in taking in the missive she had chosen to apply to the cork. Alowing his golden gaze to wander a long moment he assured himself none were about...then crept yet closer to take in that he sought.
A wicked grin crossed his lips as he read on...snickering to hinself as he quickly scrawled his own response.
Lyanna...Beholder of the baited breath,
Be wary of that ya seek lass...for many prefer thier nightmare to revela themselves fully only in a dream. For what you seek in the silvery one...might too prove to be more than you could fathom...Confidence...even arrogance have been said to be qualities beseehed in me...yet YOU might be the only to know the full truth in what lies within. To say I fear to walk a path you choose to...no matter how forced said path might be...is utter
nonsense. If you have not realized...there is nothing I fear...For with fear comes weakness...something until of late I had thought youself incapable of. Small things indeed set eyes wide at times...look well into that you ask...for your desires might yet came to haunt you.
Serilious
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From: altaradp@aol.com (Altara dP)
Date: 12 Nov 1999 00:41:51 EST
A slash in the night's moon illumined clouds let flow enough light for the feral eyes to take in his words, not bothering to step closer to the corks than needed from out of the shadows.
"So, he is wary I see...jest as well I spose."
Her whispered words trailed silently from her lips as she realized her time had come to be gone. Turning quickly away her steps drew her near to the garden she so loved. Taking the stairwell to her rooms to secure her needed travel supplies, she paused at the parted double doorway to the gardens, a lone candle dancing its meager flame in the cooling breeze, shining like a beacon from atop a corner table reflected an image hazily in the frosted glass
panes.
A glance to the plush bed brought a grin as she saw her old friend curled in the middle of it, his stretches leaving crease marks along the folds of the blankets.
"The time 'as come my silvery friend ta 'asten ma steps."
Ruffling her hands through his shining fur, the wolf merely yawned back at her, knowing he was not going on this trial suited him fine. A gentle nudge of his nose to her hand spoke volumes to her senses, setting a single tear down her cheek as she knew this may be the last time she saw him. A truer friend she never would find.
Strapping a slight bag around her waist, she walked to the doors, turning once to look back at what she had become, the memories of her old life flooding back into her like unwanted attentions but needed to set her path. The old one stirred restlessly upon her bed, feeling her thoughts of old hatreds seep through her soul caused the raised fur upon his back. He knew what was to come and didnt like it.
A quiet phrase spilled from her lips, altering her lithe frame to the white shadowy wolf that had become her new life. Padding quietly through the doorway, the night absorbed her into its folds of shadow and imagery.
A final scent of the now dying blooms wafted to her nose, a toss of her head at the thought that they would now wither at her absence. Her back turned possibly forever on her gardens and the shimmering pond it hid, her steps filled with purpose, she began to run.
Date: 12 Nov 1999 00:41:51 EST
A slash in the night's moon illumined clouds let flow enough light for the feral eyes to take in his words, not bothering to step closer to the corks than needed from out of the shadows.
"So, he is wary I see...jest as well I spose."
Her whispered words trailed silently from her lips as she realized her time had come to be gone. Turning quickly away her steps drew her near to the garden she so loved. Taking the stairwell to her rooms to secure her needed travel supplies, she paused at the parted double doorway to the gardens, a lone candle dancing its meager flame in the cooling breeze, shining like a beacon from atop a corner table reflected an image hazily in the frosted glass
panes.
A glance to the plush bed brought a grin as she saw her old friend curled in the middle of it, his stretches leaving crease marks along the folds of the blankets.
"The time 'as come my silvery friend ta 'asten ma steps."
Ruffling her hands through his shining fur, the wolf merely yawned back at her, knowing he was not going on this trial suited him fine. A gentle nudge of his nose to her hand spoke volumes to her senses, setting a single tear down her cheek as she knew this may be the last time she saw him. A truer friend she never would find.
Strapping a slight bag around her waist, she walked to the doors, turning once to look back at what she had become, the memories of her old life flooding back into her like unwanted attentions but needed to set her path. The old one stirred restlessly upon her bed, feeling her thoughts of old hatreds seep through her soul caused the raised fur upon his back. He knew what was to come and didnt like it.
A quiet phrase spilled from her lips, altering her lithe frame to the white shadowy wolf that had become her new life. Padding quietly through the doorway, the night absorbed her into its folds of shadow and imagery.
A final scent of the now dying blooms wafted to her nose, a toss of her head at the thought that they would now wither at her absence. Her back turned possibly forever on her gardens and the shimmering pond it hid, her steps filled with purpose, she began to run.
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From: altaradp@aol.com (Altara dP)
Date: 12 Nov 1999 00:41:51 EST
A slash in the night's moon illumined clouds let flow enough light for the feral eyes to take in his words, not bothering to step closer to the corks than needed from out of the shadows.
"So, he is wary I see...jest as well I spose."
Her whispered words trailed silently from her lips as she realized her time had come to be gone. Turning quickly away her steps drew her near to the garden she so loved. Taking the stairwell to her rooms to secure her needed travel supplies, she paused at the parted double doorway to the gardens, a lone candle dancing its meager flame in the cooling breeze, shining like a beacon from atop a corner table reflected an image hazily in the frosted glass
panes.
A glance to the plush bed brought a grin as she saw her old friend curled in the middle of it, his stretches leaving crease marks along the folds of the blankets.
"The time 'as come my silvery friend ta 'asten ma steps."
Ruffling her hands through his shining fur, the wolf merely yawned back at her, knowing he was not going on this trial suited him fine. A gentle nudge of his nose to her hand spoke volumes to her senses, setting a single tear down her cheek as she knew this may be the last time she saw him. A truer friend she never would find.
Strapping a slight bag around her waist, she walked to the doors, turning once to look back at what she had become, the memories of her old life flooding back into her like unwanted attentions but needed to set her path. The old one stirred restlessly upon her bed, feeling her thoughts of old hatreds seep through her soul caused the raised fur upon his back. He knew what was to come and didnt like it.
A quiet phrase spilled from her lips, altering her lithe frame to the white shadowy wolf that had become her new life. Padding quietly through the doorway, the night absorbed her into its folds of shadow and imagery.
A final scent of the now dying blooms wafted to her nose, a toss of her head at the thought that they would now wither at her absence. Her back turned possibly forever on her gardens and the shimmering pond it hid, her steps filled with purpose, she began to run.
Date: 12 Nov 1999 00:41:51 EST
A slash in the night's moon illumined clouds let flow enough light for the feral eyes to take in his words, not bothering to step closer to the corks than needed from out of the shadows.
"So, he is wary I see...jest as well I spose."
Her whispered words trailed silently from her lips as she realized her time had come to be gone. Turning quickly away her steps drew her near to the garden she so loved. Taking the stairwell to her rooms to secure her needed travel supplies, she paused at the parted double doorway to the gardens, a lone candle dancing its meager flame in the cooling breeze, shining like a beacon from atop a corner table reflected an image hazily in the frosted glass
panes.
A glance to the plush bed brought a grin as she saw her old friend curled in the middle of it, his stretches leaving crease marks along the folds of the blankets.
"The time 'as come my silvery friend ta 'asten ma steps."
Ruffling her hands through his shining fur, the wolf merely yawned back at her, knowing he was not going on this trial suited him fine. A gentle nudge of his nose to her hand spoke volumes to her senses, setting a single tear down her cheek as she knew this may be the last time she saw him. A truer friend she never would find.
Strapping a slight bag around her waist, she walked to the doors, turning once to look back at what she had become, the memories of her old life flooding back into her like unwanted attentions but needed to set her path. The old one stirred restlessly upon her bed, feeling her thoughts of old hatreds seep through her soul caused the raised fur upon his back. He knew what was to come and didnt like it.
A quiet phrase spilled from her lips, altering her lithe frame to the white shadowy wolf that had become her new life. Padding quietly through the doorway, the night absorbed her into its folds of shadow and imagery.
A final scent of the now dying blooms wafted to her nose, a toss of her head at the thought that they would now wither at her absence. Her back turned possibly forever on her gardens and the shimmering pond it hid, her steps filled with purpose, she began to run.