Date: 9/1/1998 12:04 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
"Out of tears will come bitterness. From bitterness anger shall grow. Give her some nights like this, alone in her bed, and she will awaken to vengeful thoughts. Then, oh great and mighty Terminus, Janella Vallonia will be cured of this.. love."
So had said Vendetta, Janella's cherished longsword, over five months ago.
It was not that she had thought never to see him again. Janella knew that Dan would never vanish from Rhydin. Although he liked to disappear, sometimes for prolonged periods, he always, always came back.
Needless to say, the fact was not a comfort to her.
Proud Janella. Proud, stubborn, fierce Janella. A woman who had experienced so many things through the course of her life, and yet she was not old by most standards. Her face and figure still served to captivate many men, her style provoked both scorn and desire. It was obvious that she enjoyed attention, any kind, even. However, if there was one thing that Janella sought to avoid and had vowed to forget, it was love. Love was a weakness. It
was the flaw to a perfect, chiseled plan, the singular fault in a logical design, the surest path to defeat no matter what the battle.
Janella had married young into a violent relationship with a man whom had apparently never loved her, though she had fancied him to be her lifemate. Upon leaving him, Janella swore never to feel that way again, to never allow such emotion to control her. Wedlock was, in her mind, the most terrible mistake she had ever made, and to Janella, the marriage served as the best example of why not to enter such a union with anyone.
Dan was the second man that Janella Vallonia had fallen in love with, and he came over a decade later following her broken match to Stullen. Janella had been with dozens of men after Stullen, but she hadn't cared for any of them. They were men, men to fight, men to trap, men to corner, seduce, manipulate and use, and then leave them - dead, alive - it didn't matter. She had satisfied her lust like the undead hunted life, with an
extraordinary appetite and no concern for what her acts could lead to. These methods had suited her mercenary lifestyle; Janella never stayed in any one place for any length of time. She had traveled nomadically until she arrived in Rhydin. It was here that she had found Dan, or he had found her. (By the Gods, she cursed that night forever, now.)
Part of her wondered if he even realized the depth of her feelings for him. He acted the whimsical fool, appearing clever when he wished, and intolerable all the time. Dan was a wizard, a follower of magic, able to cast and weave spells. He frightened her, deep down, he intimidated her, but he thrilled her as well. She could not forget his smile, nor how his touch felt upon her skin, and she could not erase the sound of his laugh and the look of
his knowing gaze from her mind.
Janella denounced Dan for the pain she believed he had deliberately inflicted upon her. She had been enticed, overcome even, and once she had expressed to him her true, inner feelings, he had betrayed her. The warrioress would deny ever having loved him, to support her vengeful pride, and would never openly admit to more than lust. Afterall, lust was dark and evil, something to indulge and satiate. It was easier for Janella to attribute her
injury to lust than it was to acknowledge hurt from love.
Janella Vallonia often called love a disease, and though it was a lie, she continued to tell herself that she had been cured of its toxins since her first husband, Stullen Evanderill, had tried to kill her. She would have to remove herself from any further chances of reinfection by love. Therefore, the walls around her heart were raised and Janella concerned herself with defending them from intruders at any cost.
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Re: The Antidote For The Heart's Poison.
Date: 9/1/1998 2:08 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
She didn't find Bane's note until the following morning. It wasn't really a note, it was a poem, written by him and left under her door for her to read. In it, Bane apologized and declared his love for her, but Janella was angry. Although she conducted herself with civil, cool composure around Bane, the twenty-eight year old fighter was not about to forgive him easily.
As far as her encounter with the Drow elf, Janella dismissed the night with little concern for what it signaled or its potential bearing upon her relationship with Bane. For now, she left the poem in one of her desk's drawers. Mostly, Janella's indignation flowed from the fact that Bane had exposed the subject of their recent arguments to their friends in The Outback, particularly Jen. Obviously, Bane was regretting that night now, but Janella
thought that she would allow some more time to pass before she'd acknowledge his admissions - or answer for her own.
From: JadedDeath
She didn't find Bane's note until the following morning. It wasn't really a note, it was a poem, written by him and left under her door for her to read. In it, Bane apologized and declared his love for her, but Janella was angry. Although she conducted herself with civil, cool composure around Bane, the twenty-eight year old fighter was not about to forgive him easily.
As far as her encounter with the Drow elf, Janella dismissed the night with little concern for what it signaled or its potential bearing upon her relationship with Bane. For now, she left the poem in one of her desk's drawers. Mostly, Janella's indignation flowed from the fact that Bane had exposed the subject of their recent arguments to their friends in The Outback, particularly Jen. Obviously, Bane was regretting that night now, but Janella
thought that she would allow some more time to pass before she'd acknowledge his admissions - or answer for her own.