Post by /|/afamere on Sept 19, 2008 9:15:24 GMT -5
((OOC: 2,130 word FanFic. And big thanks to Kiki for formatting and retreaving the mixed data that i would have lost other wise! Due to formating it has lost some words and a few misspelling. I have ran it through the checker and found nothing wrong. So good reading. It took at least a good 2 hours to make this one.))
Sabe had always wanted to find someone, yet he had never the time like he did now. He was a successful heron of the Forest of Kahmden, owing his own business and financing it off his inheritance. At least this way he was truly a ten of clubs. He had just about everything that he could possibly want at this time, but one thing was still missing. It felt like a large mote of oozing darkness that dwelt deep within him. Something that he couldn’t get rid of easily. He felt empty and could quite explain it, save for one way. He was alone…
He always told himself that he would make sure that before he died that he would become something more, that he would find that special someone in his life. Yet… sadly to say, the one person that he thought he liked didn’t seem to feel the same way towards him. His beautiful Isolde.
How he wanted her, yet couldn’t get the courage to tell her. It wouldn’t have mattered; she needed to love him without pushing her onto the idea. That whole free will think kept bothering him. He just wanted someone to love him, nothing more and sure enough nothing less. Was it truly too much to ask?
But.
He needed to get out there, find someone that would love him. Not someone that he could find in a bar, or in some sort of other joint. He needed to find this person somewhere else. He wasn’t picky… it could have been even a lowly ace from the Lowlands. It didn’t bother him at all. Even if he was a king! He was just lonely, and needed someone to love him more than suit or rank. He had been hurt more times than he could have ever wanted in his life, and he didn’t want Isolde to do the same. He was already getting to close to her as it was, yet… she loved someone else more than he. If only he had met her sooner would he have been able to make things right in the ‘here and now’.
He gave a sigh as he opened his window that he used as both ventilation and as a doorway to the skies. It was a bright morning in the forests with the wind carried whispers of freedom of the skies above, but the moat deep down inside weighed him down. He wouldn’t be able to carry himself on the thermals high above the land in pure joy like he used to as soon as he learned to fly.
To feel the wind brushing his wing tips, pulling him higher into the thermals that marked as pure freedom, complete joy of life and love.
Today he just felt like finding that one true person in his life. That special someone that would complete himself and make that moat inside whole.
There was just one thing that struck him as odd. Where would he find that special someone? He could try many places and never succeed… yet where was she? She had to be out there somewhere.
So he sat there on the perch of his window looking towards the sky, as if it would reveal to him where he would find her. If one looked up at him they would notice that he was a true breed heron of the Forest of Kahmden, though it would cause for speculation, “why was he up there?” “Is he asleep?” “What is he thinking?” “Does he intend to jump?”…
Many things could run through the minds of those below… always saying something about his weird ways. He was an oddity yet he held up true to the ways of the Forest. He just seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with how things were going in his life. Many would think that he had everything that he could wish for, a successful company, women, money, and a true breed. Yet his money and all things couldn’t buy him what he truly sought after. Which could be summoned up within a small, yet deep meaning word, four letter word that carried so much meaning that some would either fall head over heels for, or would cringe back.
Love.
That one thing carried his whole being with it. He was an avian of passion, of romance, of…
It didn’t matter. The heron moved away from the window seal back into the house. He turned to the bedroom that he sometimes shared with Isolde.
Things where not quite as well with him today.
He needed to get away, somewhere else. He needed a break from the life that he lived now. Something of complete sickness… the sickness carried the word ‘life’ on its dark whispers. It wasn’t something that those who haven’t matured encountered often, but people that have experienced it would probably do the same thing that he was about to do.
He moved towards the room wanting to see her for one last time, before he left this place and looked for some other area where he could recuperate… He hesitated at the door, wishing that he could open it, just to see her sleeping form once more, yet… he couldn’t. Something within him screamed that if he looked upon her than he would never be able to move on. His talon wanted to reach for the door and push it open, his heart screamed to tell her how much he really felt for her, but his mind spoke other things. It expressed caution and experience. He had set himself up like this many times, hence the reason for him getting drunk and sleeping with women that he didn’t know. He needed to be more respectful, more diligent to himself.
As he turned away he felt his heart beat rapidly, as if it screamed in agony as it tore in two. He stopped and leaned against the railing that lead to the first floor of the building that he shared with her. He had to stop from the lightheadedness that he felt. His heart was pumping too much blood and too fast for his body to absorb the oxygen. He was having a panic attack, he didn’t want to progress any further, could develop into a heart attack if he wasn’t careful. So he took many breaths to calm himself. He knew what he must do… he had to tell her how he felt, how he really felt about her. Not this facade that he presented to her every day for the past months that they have lived together. He moved quickly to the door and turned the knob with such force that he didn’t know he possessed. He could have sworn later that he had broken a hinge. He practically screamed out her name in pure passion ”ISOLDE!!!”
The bed was barren… she had left already. His heart nearly seized up… he slumped to the floor with a groan and sat there for many hours not thinking a single thing. His mind was completely devoid of everything, save his passion for her.
He finally got up… it had been several hours that he sat on that cold barren floor. He silently prayed to something higher than himself that she would have shown up and spoke her love for him, yet he… sat there… not doing a thing. With agonizing slowness did he draw himself up, he had to get out of here… she was driving both his mind and his heart to the brink of oblivion and downright love sickness. He moved to the desk that he used to calculate his money and finances. He pulled a fresh piece of trimmed golden parchment that he saved for the most special of occasions, and began to write in delicate inks that reminded himself of his color of maroon.
”To my dearest Isolde,
I don’t quite know how to say this, but I have found myself in a predicament that I can’t pull myself out of. This rut in my life has caused me so much pain of both heart and mind. I don’t think I can stand it any longer. So I leave this missive to you, I leave my house and my company in your care, for you to see fit as what you do with it. If you do not feel comfortable with it, then get my second to run the day-to-day affairs. He is quite capable of doing so.
Please take care of yourself and know that you are the true aspiration of yourself. Let nothing bar you from your dreams and goals of your life. You have but one life to live, don’t you ever let anyone take away that which makes you truly happy. For if you do… then life holds no meaning to it. It would be as if you walked a dark path set before you by others. Burn your own paths, create your own future, and let your Heart and Soul lead you to your greatest desires. Know that I will always be with you, helping you in your darkest times. Let your soul grow wings of your passion and soar on the highest thermals of the sky, let nothing stop you. You can achieve much in your lifetime. You just have to see it for yourself, as I see you in your bright future.
I will be leaving for quite some time to get my thoughts together… I don’t know where the skies will take me, but know that I will one day hope to come back here and find you as the person that you can become. Don’t ever change, and don’t let others change you.
Your Best Friend,
~Sabe~
He could feel the tears start to well up in his eyes as he lifted the document to read over… he knew that he couldn’t do a better job than what he just did. He folded it neatly and placed it within an envelope that was also gilded leaf. Sealing it with wax and using sharp utensils did he engrave his personal seal. Which looked like a dove trapped in chains. He moved over to the closet that he used for himself, holding the letter in his beak. He sifted through it to withdraw a pretty box that he was hoping to give her on her birthday. It seemed fitting to deliver this to her within the box that he took quite the time to find. It came from a rare tree in the Yarrow Gardens, which he had to bargain with the caretaker to have this box specially made, with the engraving of, “Isolde” on the top of the lid.
He gave an aspirated sigh as he placed the letter delicately within the box before closing it one last time. When she would open it he hoped that he would be long gone away from the forest. He moved with the box held firmly in his beak to the bed that they sometimes shared with each other, hoping all the while that she would take the significance of its placement. He placed it upon her side of the bed, on top of the pillow. This would be the last time he wanted to think of this place. He didn’t quite know when he would be back, nor if he would survive the journey that he planned. He was going to go and see the other nineteen regions in hope to find this one woman. Though his heart screamed at him, “You have found Her!!! You stupid Backwards flying Loon!!!”
He walked throughout the whole house… taking in the last bit of memories that he would have with her, so he could treasure them for the rest of his journeys. That was when he found himself at the front door. Here is where he would leave this place; he knew that she had a key so he locked the door placing his own key on the table that held his special vintage brandy that he was hoping to share with her one day. He even pulled out two cups and filled his own… but he didn’t take a sip. Instead he placed the key in her empty cup.
He exited the house hearing the door close behind him with the satisfying snapping of the lock. He was forever barred from entering here again. It was time that he left the house he had grown up in, lived in, and shared with so many people that was close to his heart. The skies opened up for him as he took a leap into the air… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …
Sabe had always wanted to find someone, yet he had never the time like he did now. He was a successful heron of the Forest of Kahmden, owing his own business and financing it off his inheritance. At least this way he was truly a ten of clubs. He had just about everything that he could possibly want at this time, but one thing was still missing. It felt like a large mote of oozing darkness that dwelt deep within him. Something that he couldn’t get rid of easily. He felt empty and could quite explain it, save for one way. He was alone…
He always told himself that he would make sure that before he died that he would become something more, that he would find that special someone in his life. Yet… sadly to say, the one person that he thought he liked didn’t seem to feel the same way towards him. His beautiful Isolde.
How he wanted her, yet couldn’t get the courage to tell her. It wouldn’t have mattered; she needed to love him without pushing her onto the idea. That whole free will think kept bothering him. He just wanted someone to love him, nothing more and sure enough nothing less. Was it truly too much to ask?
But.
He needed to get out there, find someone that would love him. Not someone that he could find in a bar, or in some sort of other joint. He needed to find this person somewhere else. He wasn’t picky… it could have been even a lowly ace from the Lowlands. It didn’t bother him at all. Even if he was a king! He was just lonely, and needed someone to love him more than suit or rank. He had been hurt more times than he could have ever wanted in his life, and he didn’t want Isolde to do the same. He was already getting to close to her as it was, yet… she loved someone else more than he. If only he had met her sooner would he have been able to make things right in the ‘here and now’.
He gave a sigh as he opened his window that he used as both ventilation and as a doorway to the skies. It was a bright morning in the forests with the wind carried whispers of freedom of the skies above, but the moat deep down inside weighed him down. He wouldn’t be able to carry himself on the thermals high above the land in pure joy like he used to as soon as he learned to fly.
To feel the wind brushing his wing tips, pulling him higher into the thermals that marked as pure freedom, complete joy of life and love.
Today he just felt like finding that one true person in his life. That special someone that would complete himself and make that moat inside whole.
There was just one thing that struck him as odd. Where would he find that special someone? He could try many places and never succeed… yet where was she? She had to be out there somewhere.
So he sat there on the perch of his window looking towards the sky, as if it would reveal to him where he would find her. If one looked up at him they would notice that he was a true breed heron of the Forest of Kahmden, though it would cause for speculation, “why was he up there?” “Is he asleep?” “What is he thinking?” “Does he intend to jump?”…
Many things could run through the minds of those below… always saying something about his weird ways. He was an oddity yet he held up true to the ways of the Forest. He just seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with how things were going in his life. Many would think that he had everything that he could wish for, a successful company, women, money, and a true breed. Yet his money and all things couldn’t buy him what he truly sought after. Which could be summoned up within a small, yet deep meaning word, four letter word that carried so much meaning that some would either fall head over heels for, or would cringe back.
Love.
That one thing carried his whole being with it. He was an avian of passion, of romance, of…
It didn’t matter. The heron moved away from the window seal back into the house. He turned to the bedroom that he sometimes shared with Isolde.
Things where not quite as well with him today.
He needed to get away, somewhere else. He needed a break from the life that he lived now. Something of complete sickness… the sickness carried the word ‘life’ on its dark whispers. It wasn’t something that those who haven’t matured encountered often, but people that have experienced it would probably do the same thing that he was about to do.
He moved towards the room wanting to see her for one last time, before he left this place and looked for some other area where he could recuperate… He hesitated at the door, wishing that he could open it, just to see her sleeping form once more, yet… he couldn’t. Something within him screamed that if he looked upon her than he would never be able to move on. His talon wanted to reach for the door and push it open, his heart screamed to tell her how much he really felt for her, but his mind spoke other things. It expressed caution and experience. He had set himself up like this many times, hence the reason for him getting drunk and sleeping with women that he didn’t know. He needed to be more respectful, more diligent to himself.
As he turned away he felt his heart beat rapidly, as if it screamed in agony as it tore in two. He stopped and leaned against the railing that lead to the first floor of the building that he shared with her. He had to stop from the lightheadedness that he felt. His heart was pumping too much blood and too fast for his body to absorb the oxygen. He was having a panic attack, he didn’t want to progress any further, could develop into a heart attack if he wasn’t careful. So he took many breaths to calm himself. He knew what he must do… he had to tell her how he felt, how he really felt about her. Not this facade that he presented to her every day for the past months that they have lived together. He moved quickly to the door and turned the knob with such force that he didn’t know he possessed. He could have sworn later that he had broken a hinge. He practically screamed out her name in pure passion ”ISOLDE!!!”
The bed was barren… she had left already. His heart nearly seized up… he slumped to the floor with a groan and sat there for many hours not thinking a single thing. His mind was completely devoid of everything, save his passion for her.
He finally got up… it had been several hours that he sat on that cold barren floor. He silently prayed to something higher than himself that she would have shown up and spoke her love for him, yet he… sat there… not doing a thing. With agonizing slowness did he draw himself up, he had to get out of here… she was driving both his mind and his heart to the brink of oblivion and downright love sickness. He moved to the desk that he used to calculate his money and finances. He pulled a fresh piece of trimmed golden parchment that he saved for the most special of occasions, and began to write in delicate inks that reminded himself of his color of maroon.
”To my dearest Isolde,
I don’t quite know how to say this, but I have found myself in a predicament that I can’t pull myself out of. This rut in my life has caused me so much pain of both heart and mind. I don’t think I can stand it any longer. So I leave this missive to you, I leave my house and my company in your care, for you to see fit as what you do with it. If you do not feel comfortable with it, then get my second to run the day-to-day affairs. He is quite capable of doing so.
Please take care of yourself and know that you are the true aspiration of yourself. Let nothing bar you from your dreams and goals of your life. You have but one life to live, don’t you ever let anyone take away that which makes you truly happy. For if you do… then life holds no meaning to it. It would be as if you walked a dark path set before you by others. Burn your own paths, create your own future, and let your Heart and Soul lead you to your greatest desires. Know that I will always be with you, helping you in your darkest times. Let your soul grow wings of your passion and soar on the highest thermals of the sky, let nothing stop you. You can achieve much in your lifetime. You just have to see it for yourself, as I see you in your bright future.
I will be leaving for quite some time to get my thoughts together… I don’t know where the skies will take me, but know that I will one day hope to come back here and find you as the person that you can become. Don’t ever change, and don’t let others change you.
Your Best Friend,
~Sabe~
He could feel the tears start to well up in his eyes as he lifted the document to read over… he knew that he couldn’t do a better job than what he just did. He folded it neatly and placed it within an envelope that was also gilded leaf. Sealing it with wax and using sharp utensils did he engrave his personal seal. Which looked like a dove trapped in chains. He moved over to the closet that he used for himself, holding the letter in his beak. He sifted through it to withdraw a pretty box that he was hoping to give her on her birthday. It seemed fitting to deliver this to her within the box that he took quite the time to find. It came from a rare tree in the Yarrow Gardens, which he had to bargain with the caretaker to have this box specially made, with the engraving of, “Isolde” on the top of the lid.
He gave an aspirated sigh as he placed the letter delicately within the box before closing it one last time. When she would open it he hoped that he would be long gone away from the forest. He moved with the box held firmly in his beak to the bed that they sometimes shared with each other, hoping all the while that she would take the significance of its placement. He placed it upon her side of the bed, on top of the pillow. This would be the last time he wanted to think of this place. He didn’t quite know when he would be back, nor if he would survive the journey that he planned. He was going to go and see the other nineteen regions in hope to find this one woman. Though his heart screamed at him, “You have found Her!!! You stupid Backwards flying Loon!!!”
He walked throughout the whole house… taking in the last bit of memories that he would have with her, so he could treasure them for the rest of his journeys. That was when he found himself at the front door. Here is where he would leave this place; he knew that she had a key so he locked the door placing his own key on the table that held his special vintage brandy that he was hoping to share with her one day. He even pulled out two cups and filled his own… but he didn’t take a sip. Instead he placed the key in her empty cup.
He exited the house hearing the door close behind him with the satisfying snapping of the lock. He was forever barred from entering here again. It was time that he left the house he had grown up in, lived in, and shared with so many people that was close to his heart. The skies opened up for him as he took a leap into the air… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …
