Date: 1/26/2002 1:38 AM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
A cool, clear quiet night settled over the wood that Janella had pitched camp in shortly after sunset. She was in a seldom traveled, at least for the season, area; winter had come along with Yule. Diamond, her brown mare, was secured not far from where Janella herself rested. Other than the horse's occasional sounds, the forest was still. Janella poked at her small campfire, seemingly spellbound by the flames as they licked at wood the warrioress
had gathered from the ground.
Aside from Diamond Janella was alone, having made this trip on a sudden impulse to separate herself from… from him. Panther was likely expecting her now. In fact, he was probably waiting at the Inn, or perhaps in the Outback or Arena. Then again, maybe he was not seeking her at all. She had a sense, unexplainable but there, that he didn't need her tonight.
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Date: 1/26/2002 1:42 AM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
Janella slid Vendetta out from its sheathe, holding the blade and watching as the light from the campfire glinted along the sunsteel. It was as if, at times such as this, when she was stricken with anger, fear or uncertainty, that this sword could somehow lend her support.
What a fool notion, Janella laughed silently. The weapon, strong and solid in her grip, reacted to Janella's thought with a harsh reflection, but Janella, her eyes back on the campfire, missed the glare.
What Panther wanted, she knew, was something more than what she was willing to share or give. She saw it in his eyes when they last met, and when he said he wanted to talk, Janella was sure of the impending question. She was as certain of that as she was of what she would answer.
He desired something deeper; she'd seen it before, and the tempestuous side of her shrank away from him in disdain, if not scorn. Janella enjoyed the freedom and fresh passion of their relationship; she was more than content with that for years - never breaking any promises because the couple had simply never made them.
Panther's real interest, though unspoken specifics, had nonetheless reached across to her. A touch, a look, the tone of his voice, and Janella felt, with inner frustration and inability to accept it, his need for them to strengthen their bond. Her lover wanted commitment. That would be the most natural, most logical progression of their affair at this point, would it not?
From: JadedDeath
Janella slid Vendetta out from its sheathe, holding the blade and watching as the light from the campfire glinted along the sunsteel. It was as if, at times such as this, when she was stricken with anger, fear or uncertainty, that this sword could somehow lend her support.
What a fool notion, Janella laughed silently. The weapon, strong and solid in her grip, reacted to Janella's thought with a harsh reflection, but Janella, her eyes back on the campfire, missed the glare.
What Panther wanted, she knew, was something more than what she was willing to share or give. She saw it in his eyes when they last met, and when he said he wanted to talk, Janella was sure of the impending question. She was as certain of that as she was of what she would answer.
He desired something deeper; she'd seen it before, and the tempestuous side of her shrank away from him in disdain, if not scorn. Janella enjoyed the freedom and fresh passion of their relationship; she was more than content with that for years - never breaking any promises because the couple had simply never made them.
Panther's real interest, though unspoken specifics, had nonetheless reached across to her. A touch, a look, the tone of his voice, and Janella felt, with inner frustration and inability to accept it, his need for them to strengthen their bond. Her lover wanted commitment. That would be the most natural, most logical progression of their affair at this point, would it not?
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Re: By The Sword: Self-Reliance
Date: 1/26/2002 1:45 AM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
Janella started to relax, Vendetta's tip slowly slipping to rest against the earth, but as her eyes moved from the campfire and up the length of the blade, she recalled other times, long ago, but that which would never fade from her mind.
As she considered them, her nerves tensed. Memories of a man named Stullen Evanderil, an officer in the Dark Queen's army whom Janella had fallen in love with, married, and had nearly borne a child, surfaced once more.
Her gloved fingers tightened around Vendetta's amber handle. Those had been dark, utterly dark days, yet in Janella's shadowed heart she kept blacker secrets still. Nearly two decades had gone by but she would not forget, and she vowed and swore and stole herself to a life dedicated, now, to only herself.
Others walked near, she shared her bed with some, but ever would Janella remain ultimately alone. Alone, even from Panther. Rather than feel horror at this, Janella suddenly felt power. She was beholden to no one! Her life, her will, her heart was all her own. She had nearly allowed love to blind and weaken her again as it had in the past. No, she was stronger than that!
Like an ignited spark, a furious exhilaration coursed through her. Janella's pulse quickened and she jumped to her feet, thrusting Vendetta into the fire. The sword flashed brightly and Janella spun, as if to confront some would-be attacker.
No one, of course, was there. For long moments, Janella stared into the trees, the night, peaceful and calm, in stark contrast to her turbulent soul.
From: JadedDeath
Janella started to relax, Vendetta's tip slowly slipping to rest against the earth, but as her eyes moved from the campfire and up the length of the blade, she recalled other times, long ago, but that which would never fade from her mind.
As she considered them, her nerves tensed. Memories of a man named Stullen Evanderil, an officer in the Dark Queen's army whom Janella had fallen in love with, married, and had nearly borne a child, surfaced once more.
Her gloved fingers tightened around Vendetta's amber handle. Those had been dark, utterly dark days, yet in Janella's shadowed heart she kept blacker secrets still. Nearly two decades had gone by but she would not forget, and she vowed and swore and stole herself to a life dedicated, now, to only herself.
Others walked near, she shared her bed with some, but ever would Janella remain ultimately alone. Alone, even from Panther. Rather than feel horror at this, Janella suddenly felt power. She was beholden to no one! Her life, her will, her heart was all her own. She had nearly allowed love to blind and weaken her again as it had in the past. No, she was stronger than that!
Like an ignited spark, a furious exhilaration coursed through her. Janella's pulse quickened and she jumped to her feet, thrusting Vendetta into the fire. The sword flashed brightly and Janella spun, as if to confront some would-be attacker.
No one, of course, was there. For long moments, Janella stared into the trees, the night, peaceful and calm, in stark contrast to her turbulent soul.