[/html]For Willam. Night, Folly Lake, ?? August. I'll fill in a date for myself later. :>
In the light of the full moon, she could see the smallest ripples in the lake, urged by the warm summer breeze. The cicadas kept at their incessant buzz, but she focused on the sound of water lapping at the supports of the dock and the dull, distant sound of the ocean just over the horizon. The lake's water was free of salt, but the smell was strong all the same, and it was her constant reminder that this was not home. The mountains were not far, but it was far enough, and even there, they were not her mountains, and never would be.
Sitting with her sprained ankle dangling over the edge of the dock and her other leg tucked beneath her, Cassandra sat quietly in the night, carefully sewing pockets into the cloak her sister had given her. The fabric was similar to that of her old one, and the feeling of it was comfortable and familiar between her fingers. The work was slow though, and her shoulder reminded her of her injury with every stitch and shift of weight. She needed to be the one to do it though; it was not Myrika's responsibility, and even if things were different, the pallid woman needed to be the one to assess and memorize each pocket's placement and position. It would keep her alive, however pitifully.
her ledger dripping red
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08-26-2012, 04:14 AM
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08-27-2012, 06:43 PM
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Willam had taken a southern route when leaving the caves in order to start her trip around the borders through the forest so that by the time that she came across the pale furred female Willam was towards the end of her circular. Feeling it would be impolite to simply continue on without a word Willam made a detour to head towards where the female had rested herself. "Hello. Willam la Chemin, formerly of la Chemin." She still hadn't gotten away from that particular greeting just yet. How could she when the place had been the only one that she she knew. Well, aside from Inferni now.
"I apologize for disturbing you." The large female was speaking again once she noticed that the other had something in her hands that she was working on. It was something that she hadn't noticed when she had first made her approach. Willam bowed her head to show that the sentiments were true. She truly hadn't meant to disturb the other. Of course Willam was upset with herself for not having noticed something so obvious. What else had she missed on her walk around the borders? And just like usual her thoughts went towards scrutinizing each and every thing that she could have possibly done wrong. .angel2-box {background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... mc8cx5.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:66px; height:103px; float:right; margin:3px; } .angel2 {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .angel2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .angel2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .angel2 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html]
08-28-2012, 09:07 PM
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08-31-2012, 08:00 PM
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"I couldn't sleep so I thought that I would walk the borders instead." She gave a completely honest answer, not trying to conceal anything at all. But then again Willam had always been quick to admit to any minor wrong doing on her part and would submit to punishment. "I was told that was one of the things that I should do." She explained and glanced back out towards the borders. "Do you think that I am doing it too late?" Again she was fretting over any trivial mistakes that she might have made. This behavior was made even more apparent as a hand reached down for the cilice that was tired about her leg and was prepared to tighten it should the other female think that she might have been doing it wrong.
Willam's gaze traveled down to what Cassandra held in her hands. "If you don't mind, can I ask what you are working on?" Willam had never seen any manner of clothing before. But then again it wasn't like she even needed such things with the thickness of her fur. She was used to the winters, even if she hadn't spent one in Inferni yet, since she came from somewhere similar. She had only ever known what the weather was like in Canada as her previous residence had been located in Quebec. .angel2-box {background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... mc8cx5.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:66px; height:103px; float:right; margin:3px; } .angel2 {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .angel2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .angel2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .angel2 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html]
09-01-2012, 04:09 AM
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09-04-2012, 03:55 PM
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Willam looked relieved to find out that what she was doing wasn't seen as wrong. She was glad to have not made a mistake. She was still looking to find her particular niche in this place. The only thing she felt competent at, and quite sure of herself in doing, was hunting. It was the one thing that she knew that she could do well without any of the doubts that she usually felt. But that was only one thing, only a single aspect of her life tat she didn't fret over.
"Cloak?" She possessed no knowledge of clothing. Because of the natural thickness of her coat she hadn't ever found herself to need anything to wrap herself in. So even if the cloak had been held up for inspection she wouldn't have known the difference. Willam was all too trusting and would never believe that she was being lied to. So if Cassandra said that she was fixing the cloak then she was fixing the cloak.
Willam smiled and nodded her head, taking a seat upon the ground. "Not many seem to be as active at night." So she could see why it was preferred to use that time to get things done that one wouldn't be able to concentrate on during the bustle of the day. "My favorite time of day has to be just before the sun rises. That brief moment where the world is quiet. The crickets have ceased their chirping and bird have yet to start singing." It was only a small span of time but it was when Willam found the most peace. .angel2-box {background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... mc8cx5.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:66px; height:103px; float:right; margin:3px; } .angel2 {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .angel2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .angel2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .angel2 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html]
09-06-2012, 02:46 AM
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09-14-2012, 10:29 PM
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Willam gave a nod of her head as it was explained to her what a cloak was. She didn't understand why the other female wished to be covered but she wasn't about to push the subject either. "I like your fur." She offered up the compliment, uncertain if it was actually appropriate to do so or not. She really wasn't used to making small talk and so she wasn't certain what was proper to say and what wasn't. "Your fur doesn't make you look big and unattractive as mine does." Willam knew she was a big girl and that her body lacked in feminine appeal. It had never really bothered her before, at least not until she found out that if she were to have a mate that she would have to find her own. Still she was comfortable with her own body. She might not ever have a mate but she was fine with herself just the way that she was.
Willam relaxed more as she caught Cassandra smiling. "It would be nice if it could last longer. That is the time that I find myself most at peace." Which was really something since her mind was usually analyzing all of her words and actions for something that she might have done wrong so that she could punish herself for it. "But isn't that just the way it is? The things where you can find the most comfort and peace in are given to you only in brevity. It is why you have to cherish them and be thankful for them while you have them." Or was that Willam's experience alone? .angel2-box {background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... mc8cx5.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:66px; height:103px; float:right; margin:3px; } .angel2 {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .angel2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .angel2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .angel2 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html]
09-18-2012, 03:38 AM
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10-02-2012, 02:45 PM
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Willam knew all about the fire. it was a blessed thing when upon the pyre but not when it had trapped the others of la Chemin within their home. There had been no beauty in those being forced to pass over before they had reached a natural end to their lives. Willam had been lucky to escape that fate. Though she didn't know of how many others had as well. She missed her old home and the ease of the way things were done there. But she was growing to be fond of Inferni as well. She still had to get used to the many differences though.
"I think you are right." How peaceful could they be if the lasted longer and gave more of an opportunity for others to interrupt them? Yes, they were best when they were short but still she wished the ease and peace of mind that she felt could last longer at least. "Just for a couple of months or so. It was only recently that I met with the leadership and got my duties as well as living arrangements." Because her anxiety had her putting off speaking with the ones in charge. The whole time she had been hoping to come across a messenger to do her speaking for her. "Have you been here for years like the others have?" At least it was her assumption that everyone else had been living within Inferni for that long. She assumed that most had been born here and spent their entire lives here. The large female didn't see ay reason at all to leave behind one's home. Unless a disaster would strike, as had happened with her. If not for the fire that had threatened to consume everything left behind in la Chemin then she would have never gone anywhere else. And now it would be the same with Inferni. She saw no reason to leave the place unless tragedy struck once again. Willam would only leave when Inferni became no more as had happened with la Chemin. .angel2-box {background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... mc8cx5.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:66px; height:103px; float:right; margin:3px; } .angel2 {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .angel2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .angel2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .angel2 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html]
10-02-2012, 08:54 PM
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10-09-2012, 02:49 PM
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Willam focused on Cassandra as she was questioned about her fervent wish to add to the next generation. Willam had never really thought about why she wanted to do such a thing before but just knew that it was something that would end up happening. "I don't know. It is the only thing that I can give and prove my loyalty. It has just always been expected that I never questioned it before." The answer probably wouldn't be good enough but Willam really couldn't think of any other way to make a big contribution. She wasn't as skilled as others were, though she was willing to learn. "The only children I know of belong to Helotes." And well, they already had a father so it wasn't as if they were orphaned. "I gave his daughter a lesson in how to fish. You should see her. She is a natural." And she had given the girl further lessons past the first one. But it was only those two that she knew to be children of Inferni. She hadn't come across any others.
"Actually I didn't really mean to come here. I was on my way to land's end when I found the borders. I paused to question the decorations and ended up being invited to stay. With la Chemin destroyed I had nowhere else to go so I ended up accepting the offer and staying." Plus she had gotten along well with Ithiel and they had shared some of the same beliefs. She couldn't end up turning him down when she had found a kindred spirit in such an unexpected place. It was like it was fated for them to meet. Or such is what Willam had come to end up believing. Perhaps it would seem to be really silly to someone that didn't hold the same beliefs but it gave Willam a small amount of hope when she had just ended up losing everything that she had ever known. It gave her something to look forward to rather than the despair that she had been feeling prior to that encounter. So it really was enough for her even if she could never exactly explain it to someone else. Sure, Inferni was quite different but she was learning and making adjustments. The place was slowly becoming home to her. .angel2-box {background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/ ... mc8cx5.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:66px; height:103px; float:right; margin:3px; } .angel2 {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .angel2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .angel2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .angel2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;} .angel2 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html]
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