Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 27, 2008 18:23:14 GMT -5
Okay, so here we go. The start of an epic 50,207 word adventure. This will be a slow painful process for me... since I have to edit everything. I do hope for comments, *cute look*.
Just an interesting fact: I don't number chapters when writing. XD I have no idea how many chapters I have.
Warning. There are some mature themes and happenings in this novel. I'm not shoving bits in the mature section.
I would also like to add that if my spelling or grammar sucks... *shrugs* I care not.
We start with a bang.
Time has no meaning. Memories are memories. They are all precious things.
This is a story about people and how they come together despite the odds. Anything is possible when you forget how small the world really is. Suspend disbelief in this fantasy world, or choose not to. In the end the complications iron out into a simplistic pattern.
-Blood Bound
+One Tragic Deed Leads to Another
Blood. That's all she could see. That's all she could feel. There was nothing left of his chest but a pile of soupy flesh. She held him in her arms, rocking back and forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Basil," she whispered.
She had forgotten about the man standing behind her. He was as pale as snow, with eyes as red as crimson. His long hair trailed down past his spine neatly braided and ending in a small lead weight. His clothing was white and red to match his skin, though there was an excessive amount of frill and lace. It was as if he was trying to make up for something he lacked. Either way, the man moved forwarded.
He ran his fingers through the girl's long purple hair. His sharp nails worked like the teeth of a comb. He slowly grew closer as the woman wept over the body of her darling brother.
"If he had listened he wouldn't be dead," He whispered into her ear. He slipped one of his hands over hers, carefully pulling her away from the body. The woman didn't protest physically. She simply gave him a pleading look as he wrapped his arms around her.
Of all the people to comfort her, she didn't want to deal with him. He was a heartless murder who had made her darling brother suffer so much. He had even broken her brother's bindings. Why would a heartless man be comforting her.
And yet he was caressing her hair and trying to stop her tears. Of course it didn't last for long. His hands dug into the skin on her wrist. In a quick motion he removed her gloves to reveal freshly made cuts. The writing was in a language that she couldn't read or speak, but she knew the meaning of the marks perfectly.
"Never look back," the man hissed.
She shuddered and tried to release herself from his grasp. It was a lame attempt. She could barely see or breath, putting up a fight with a full grown man was impossible at this point. She had recently gained her human form, and didn't know the full rage of motion that she had yet.
"If he would have listened, he wouldn't have had to die." The man hissed again. "You should know that, Peaches. You listened to what I said and you didn't come back. But your darling little brother wouldn't have had to die if he had listened."
She had no words.
Her arm was slowly twisting behind her. She wasn't going to put up a fight.
Two days previously they had turned eighteen. It was supposed to be a wonderful coming of age. She had managed to shift to her biped form, but her brother (of course) had managed to acquire his human form right away. They were going to go to courts at the end of the week and look for jobs.
But now he was in a puddle of blood. She got her human form. But he was in a puddle of blood.
Something inside of her knotted up. Her stomach seemed to sink the longer she looked at the blood and what used to be her brother. Her twin brother! And he was there in his human form, dead. Everything she had ever hoped for had hit the floor like a glass bauble. Was this man even going to let her go.
"If you ever set foot in my forest again, little girl, I'll kill you." He whispered before licking her cheek.
Except his tongue was different that it had been. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at the man. He stood there in his bipedal form, a frightening sight to behold. He was almost a bat, except for the scales and various rows of teeth. He also had a tail of some sort of lizard that Peaches was not about to place. She was, after all, terrified out of her mind.
"I don't want to die," she whimpered in response to his threat. For a pretty human he sure as hell was ugly as a biped.
"Oh good," He said with a smile. He ran a nail down the side of her face, leaving behind a trail of blood. "It wouldn't be fun killing you. It'd be like killing your pretty little brother again. And I don't like repeating my actions."
Peaches turned her attention back to her brother. She stared at his vacant purple eyes, and horrified expression.
When she woke up in the morning, would everything be all right? When she went to his bedroom to check up on him, would she find out this was all a dream? How could her brother be dead...?
***
She woke up screaming.
Nightmares. How could she not have nightmares after what happened. In her feline form she peaked her head out from under the bed. Thankfully she hadn't managed to wake her parents somehow.
But she had to leave. There was no way she could stay with them and the awful memories that haunted her. Everywhere she looked she saw her brother. Even when she looked in the mirror she thought of Basil.
Running away wouldn't solve the problem. Her brother would have said that to her if he was still alive. But what else could she do at a time like this? Hiding under the bed because she was afraid that the horrible man would show up to rape and kill her. If she moved he would never find her.
Slipping out for under the bed she shifted to her biped form. She really hadn't figured out how to get to her human form again. She just couldn't grasp it. Though, it was probably more that she was afraid. Afraid that the memories would catch up with her.
It had only been a week since her brother died.
It was stupid to think that all the pain would fade away in such a short period of time.She knew it. She hated it. She wanted the pain to go away and stay away forever. She didn't want to cry every time she saw herself in a mirror.
But she didn't leave that night. Her parent's didn't give her a chance to. She came to the front door and was greeted by the light of a lantern. Her ears pulled back and her eyes narrowed at the image of her mother came into focus.
"Where do you plan on going?" asked the older woman, a feline who looked close to Peaches in basic appearance, with the exception of the length of their necks and their ultimate sizes. Her mother was much shorter and had gained weight over the years, but her fur had the same typical pattern as her daughter's. Once upon a time she had been a slim beautiful cat, but now she was "just a mother" in the eyes of the other person in the room.
"I plan on leaving," she responded in a whisper.
"And go where?" Her mother asked. She had a small cup of tea sitting next to her. Her mother made tea blends for a living. She grew tea in a special little green house, picked it by hand, blended it by hand and sold it. Not to mention she made herbal medicines and doubled as a doctor for the small little village in times of need. When she spoke she generally knew what she was talking about. Of course Peaches did not see it like that, but youth is often wasted on the young.
"The Courts."
"Right. Because Ture is going to give you a job at the court of diamonds? You're a heart. And there's no way you're ready to take a job there." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
She knew full well her mother was right. She wasn't going to admit to it. "I'm going to do the best I can."
"That's just not good enough in the cut throat land of politics."
Peaches raised her eyebrow. Her mother had never spoken ill of the Courts. Peaches opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She couldn't think of anything to say in response to her mothers blunt statement.
"I just want my baby to be safe," she continued. "If I had been there for—"
"No. He would have died anyway." Peaches said flatly.
Her mother's whiskers twitched and eyes widened.
"He would have died anyway. He did something stupid that he didn't think through. There was no way he could have made it out of the situation alive. If I had stopped him long before then... maybe he would have lived. Probably not." Peaches looked at her mother with purple eyes. The few tears that escaped the corners were soaked into her fur.
"You can't blame yourself. You're just a baby."
"Mother. I stopped being a baby a long time ago." Peaches said shaking her head. "You can't protect me anymore... not like you ever could in the first place. I plan on making my own decisions."
There was silence for a long while as they stared back at each other. They said plenty of things with their eyes, none of them could be described in words so easily. It was simply something they did amongst the girls of the family. If the man of the household or Basil had been sitting with them, they would not know what to do.
"Please, just stay here for the night. I don't want you to sleep out in the cold." She said quietly. Snow two inches thick lined the streets and buildings. The winter months first snowfall.
Once upon a time, she would have enjoyed it with her brother. And they would have goofed off and made snow angels, snowballs, and a variety of other things the best they could.
But it was all gone.
"Fine."
Just an interesting fact: I don't number chapters when writing. XD I have no idea how many chapters I have.
Warning. There are some mature themes and happenings in this novel. I'm not shoving bits in the mature section.
I would also like to add that if my spelling or grammar sucks... *shrugs* I care not.
We start with a bang.
Time has no meaning. Memories are memories. They are all precious things.
This is a story about people and how they come together despite the odds. Anything is possible when you forget how small the world really is. Suspend disbelief in this fantasy world, or choose not to. In the end the complications iron out into a simplistic pattern.
-Blood Bound
+One Tragic Deed Leads to Another
Blood. That's all she could see. That's all she could feel. There was nothing left of his chest but a pile of soupy flesh. She held him in her arms, rocking back and forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Basil," she whispered.
She had forgotten about the man standing behind her. He was as pale as snow, with eyes as red as crimson. His long hair trailed down past his spine neatly braided and ending in a small lead weight. His clothing was white and red to match his skin, though there was an excessive amount of frill and lace. It was as if he was trying to make up for something he lacked. Either way, the man moved forwarded.
He ran his fingers through the girl's long purple hair. His sharp nails worked like the teeth of a comb. He slowly grew closer as the woman wept over the body of her darling brother.
"If he had listened he wouldn't be dead," He whispered into her ear. He slipped one of his hands over hers, carefully pulling her away from the body. The woman didn't protest physically. She simply gave him a pleading look as he wrapped his arms around her.
Of all the people to comfort her, she didn't want to deal with him. He was a heartless murder who had made her darling brother suffer so much. He had even broken her brother's bindings. Why would a heartless man be comforting her.
And yet he was caressing her hair and trying to stop her tears. Of course it didn't last for long. His hands dug into the skin on her wrist. In a quick motion he removed her gloves to reveal freshly made cuts. The writing was in a language that she couldn't read or speak, but she knew the meaning of the marks perfectly.
"Never look back," the man hissed.
She shuddered and tried to release herself from his grasp. It was a lame attempt. She could barely see or breath, putting up a fight with a full grown man was impossible at this point. She had recently gained her human form, and didn't know the full rage of motion that she had yet.
"If he would have listened, he wouldn't have had to die." The man hissed again. "You should know that, Peaches. You listened to what I said and you didn't come back. But your darling little brother wouldn't have had to die if he had listened."
She had no words.
Her arm was slowly twisting behind her. She wasn't going to put up a fight.
Two days previously they had turned eighteen. It was supposed to be a wonderful coming of age. She had managed to shift to her biped form, but her brother (of course) had managed to acquire his human form right away. They were going to go to courts at the end of the week and look for jobs.
But now he was in a puddle of blood. She got her human form. But he was in a puddle of blood.
Something inside of her knotted up. Her stomach seemed to sink the longer she looked at the blood and what used to be her brother. Her twin brother! And he was there in his human form, dead. Everything she had ever hoped for had hit the floor like a glass bauble. Was this man even going to let her go.
"If you ever set foot in my forest again, little girl, I'll kill you." He whispered before licking her cheek.
Except his tongue was different that it had been. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at the man. He stood there in his bipedal form, a frightening sight to behold. He was almost a bat, except for the scales and various rows of teeth. He also had a tail of some sort of lizard that Peaches was not about to place. She was, after all, terrified out of her mind.
"I don't want to die," she whimpered in response to his threat. For a pretty human he sure as hell was ugly as a biped.
"Oh good," He said with a smile. He ran a nail down the side of her face, leaving behind a trail of blood. "It wouldn't be fun killing you. It'd be like killing your pretty little brother again. And I don't like repeating my actions."
Peaches turned her attention back to her brother. She stared at his vacant purple eyes, and horrified expression.
When she woke up in the morning, would everything be all right? When she went to his bedroom to check up on him, would she find out this was all a dream? How could her brother be dead...?
***
She woke up screaming.
Nightmares. How could she not have nightmares after what happened. In her feline form she peaked her head out from under the bed. Thankfully she hadn't managed to wake her parents somehow.
But she had to leave. There was no way she could stay with them and the awful memories that haunted her. Everywhere she looked she saw her brother. Even when she looked in the mirror she thought of Basil.
Running away wouldn't solve the problem. Her brother would have said that to her if he was still alive. But what else could she do at a time like this? Hiding under the bed because she was afraid that the horrible man would show up to rape and kill her. If she moved he would never find her.
Slipping out for under the bed she shifted to her biped form. She really hadn't figured out how to get to her human form again. She just couldn't grasp it. Though, it was probably more that she was afraid. Afraid that the memories would catch up with her.
It had only been a week since her brother died.
It was stupid to think that all the pain would fade away in such a short period of time.She knew it. She hated it. She wanted the pain to go away and stay away forever. She didn't want to cry every time she saw herself in a mirror.
But she didn't leave that night. Her parent's didn't give her a chance to. She came to the front door and was greeted by the light of a lantern. Her ears pulled back and her eyes narrowed at the image of her mother came into focus.
"Where do you plan on going?" asked the older woman, a feline who looked close to Peaches in basic appearance, with the exception of the length of their necks and their ultimate sizes. Her mother was much shorter and had gained weight over the years, but her fur had the same typical pattern as her daughter's. Once upon a time she had been a slim beautiful cat, but now she was "just a mother" in the eyes of the other person in the room.
"I plan on leaving," she responded in a whisper.
"And go where?" Her mother asked. She had a small cup of tea sitting next to her. Her mother made tea blends for a living. She grew tea in a special little green house, picked it by hand, blended it by hand and sold it. Not to mention she made herbal medicines and doubled as a doctor for the small little village in times of need. When she spoke she generally knew what she was talking about. Of course Peaches did not see it like that, but youth is often wasted on the young.
"The Courts."
"Right. Because Ture is going to give you a job at the court of diamonds? You're a heart. And there's no way you're ready to take a job there." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
She knew full well her mother was right. She wasn't going to admit to it. "I'm going to do the best I can."
"That's just not good enough in the cut throat land of politics."
Peaches raised her eyebrow. Her mother had never spoken ill of the Courts. Peaches opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She couldn't think of anything to say in response to her mothers blunt statement.
"I just want my baby to be safe," she continued. "If I had been there for—"
"No. He would have died anyway." Peaches said flatly.
Her mother's whiskers twitched and eyes widened.
"He would have died anyway. He did something stupid that he didn't think through. There was no way he could have made it out of the situation alive. If I had stopped him long before then... maybe he would have lived. Probably not." Peaches looked at her mother with purple eyes. The few tears that escaped the corners were soaked into her fur.
"You can't blame yourself. You're just a baby."
"Mother. I stopped being a baby a long time ago." Peaches said shaking her head. "You can't protect me anymore... not like you ever could in the first place. I plan on making my own decisions."
There was silence for a long while as they stared back at each other. They said plenty of things with their eyes, none of them could be described in words so easily. It was simply something they did amongst the girls of the family. If the man of the household or Basil had been sitting with them, they would not know what to do.
"Please, just stay here for the night. I don't want you to sleep out in the cold." She said quietly. Snow two inches thick lined the streets and buildings. The winter months first snowfall.
Once upon a time, she would have enjoyed it with her brother. And they would have goofed off and made snow angels, snowballs, and a variety of other things the best they could.
But it was all gone.
"Fine."
