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| Olyamet | October 14, 2013, 3:08 pm Post #271 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls!!!! Sorry for the long wait, I had my head and hands full in the last week! Was no time do get back to writing at all! Well, on the bright side... that lead to a longer update...lol Okay! So.. time to go back to Lana. XXIX. (Lana's POV) By midday I started to feel the lack of food and rest during the night. On top of that, the cold wind from the lake had picked up, making me shiver and for the umpteenth time I cursed at myself for leaving my luggage at the farm. If I wouldn't have been so scared, I would've made it back to the barn to get my things before I ran. I mean really, what could that boy have done to me? If I'm a Nymph, he couldn’t possibly hurt me. And for the umpteenth time I answered to myself. I wasn't sure if I was a Nymph, I didn't know that he was harmless. I sighed and looked ahead. How long will it take me to get around this lake? A day? Two? Maybe if this shore wasn't so curvy... My thoughts were interrupted by the faded feeling of pain and my eyes moved over the shore line, stopping on a lonely pine tree on the edge of the raised cliff. The area behind it was covered with dead remains of washed off by the spring flood trees, leaving the survivor standing alone. I made it to the tree and pressed my hand to the trunk and a wave of sadness and loneliness followed by the pain of separation filled my body. I stepped between the partially exposed roots, sliding my hands along the cracks of the peeling bark and looked up at the bent back branches that stretched toward the forest. I swallowed, feeling my eyes burning with oncoming tears, and whispered. “I feel your pain... you want to be with your own kind... I understand you...” I pressed my forehead to the rough bark and closed my eyes, letting a few tears escape through my eyelashes. I understand loneliness, I understand the wish to belong... a wish to be a part of a family… not to be alone... so painfully alone... always alone... all my life people around me were pushing me away... like the people in my village... like my own brother... and then, when I thought I'd finally found someone who could accept me, they were torn away from me... Radda... then Sig... I wiped off the tear crawling down my cheek and sighed. It's like I'm cursed... cursed to always be alone... maybe that's it...? Maybe that's why my real parents left me...? I sighed again and pushed away from the tree. I have to stop torturing myself with questions I can't answer. I have to find Radda. She is the only one who knows the truth. She said she was there when I was born, that means she knows where I came from and why. I passed the tree, following the shore line, but my mind refused to let go of my gloomy thoughts. What if it's true? I was born cursed and my mother left me, so somehow the human woman took me in... no... that's ridiculous. Why would anyone want someone cursed to be part of their family? Well... maybe she didn't know about the curse...? Maybe it was something else, not a curse...? My foot tripped over something, and I dropped out of my thoughts, falling on the sand. Great... just great... I pulled myself up, shaking the sand off my clothes and as my hand slid over the bottom front of my ripped dress, the memory of how this morning started flashed in my head. Nope... I'm definitely cursed. I can't even make friends... look at what happened this morning. It all started a bit funny and I thought he was a jerk, then it all turned out to be a misunderstanding and he was so cute, blushing... and then he... he looked at me with his warm blue eyes... no one ever looked at me that way before... like he was mesmerized... he couldn't even pull his thoughts together when I asked his name... I thought he liked me... I liked him too... I never actually liked any guy before, they were all too cocky, too sure of themselves, he was different... I sighed. And then it all went horribly wrong. His words cut whatever I felt like a sword. A wolf-hunter!? Out of all things to hunt! Out of the all animals in the forest, it had to be a wolf! Why?! I kicked a pebble, sending it rolling on the sand and into the water and whispered, raising my head to the sky. “Gods... I don't know if you officially hate me.... or whatever I did.. whatever's wrong with me... whatever it was that turned me into an outcast... I'm not asking for much... I just don't want to be alone...” I sighed and pushed forward, wrapping my arms around myself and walking against the wind. I have to find Sig and Radda, I have to continue moving North. A few more hours passed as I tried to clear my head and think of something else, but my thoughts kept circling around why I was cast out by my parents. I tried to remember everything Radda ever told me, looking for clues and ended up rewinding the story about how she ended up alone. It was a wolf hunter's fault... She was hurt as a child and lost part of her leg, that set her as a loser from the beginning. She couldn't keep up with the kids her age, although she tried, but all her attempts brought her nothing but teasing. Her life wasn't much different from mine, but her fortune changed when she lost her parents. She was sent to the village further north to live with her grandfather at age eleven and a new, a better life began. She wasn't just a crippled girl, who no one want's to hung out with. She now was the granddaughter of a a powerful drabarni. Of course Radda knew that there was no real magic in the shaman's work, just a lot of knowledge wrapped up in a veil of mysterious rituals. It was a good way to never worry about food or clothes. People were coming almost every day, some even traveled from other areas to see the healer... I let my mind drift into the past when I heard Radda's story the first time... *”By the age of fifteen I knew all the medical properties of plants and all the tricks of the 'magic'. I knew how to tame even the wildest horses, how to 'cure' cursed crops, how to 'clean' a house from evil spirits that caused sickness. I started helping my grandfather in his work and when he died I took over the business. I kept up with the rituals only because I knew if I took the mystery out of the process, I would lose the status of a sacred healer. People believed that my grandfather possessed the powers and that I inherited it in my blood, so I played along. It was the only way for me to insure my life in the village, since my crippled leg prevented me from becoming a hunter, a farmer, or to be suitable for marriage. And although I managed to learn to use the simple wooden prosthesis my grandfather made me, I was never able to get rid of the limp. I didn't mind living alone, and my life was good and seemed worry-free until the moment a newcomer showed up in our village. I saw him a few times, talking to the people, and he didn't seem to be interested in me at all, and then, out of the blue, he brought me flowers. Then he came again with more flowers and furs, then started visiting me almost everyday, coming for clearly made-up excuses. He needed his hunting knife to be blessed, his old wound was bothering him, his trusty bow didn't shoot right and was maybe in the possession of an evil spirit. I, even thought cautious at first, soon gave in to his charm. His name was Joseph. He said his village was destroyed and he was looking for a good place to settle. We started to spend a lot of time together, and he insisted on helping me with everyday things in the house and went with me into the woods on my herb gathering trips. We were talking about everything and soon I got the hint that he may want to be more than a friend, although he never stepped over the line and took advantage of me living by myself. I never had a guy courting me before.. especially a handsome guy... Needless to say, I fell for him deep and fast. I even shared a few secrets about how all those shaman things worked. He laughed, saying that people needed to be fooled, because magic always paid more than simple knowledge. “You need to keep the mystery around you, like that rumor that you have a pack of wild wolves guarding you day and night.” “Well... it's not really a rumor... they are my friends.” “Wolves? I never heard that wolves could be friendly, much less be friends with humans.” Joseph looked amazed and I smiled. “Well, their leader is not an ordinary wolf...” “He's not a werewolf I hope.” Joseph's serious face made me snort. “No! He's just smart... like a human.” “What makes you think he's smart?” “Because he asked me to help him...” “Like... said he needs your help?” I heard a note of disbelief in Joseph's voice and smiled again. “I was gathering herbs one day when I saw a huge gray wolf sitting on the path ahead of me. I didn't get too scared, I knew that wild animals are more afraid of us, and most of the time they will stay out of our way, unless their young are in danger. The wolf was just sitting there and looking at me, then he started whining as if he was hurt. I tried to walk the other way, but he followed me... I finally gave in and decided to scare him away. I started walking right at him and he laid down on his side, wagging his tail as I approached. When I was just a few feet away, he slowly crawled to my feet, and rose his paw toward me. His eyes were... I don't know how to explain it... he was different... behind those blue eyes I felt not a wild threat but... intelligence... almost human like pain and worry... I lost my fear and stepped closer and he let me touch his paw. I inspected his leg, finding nothing and he suddenly got up and got a hold of the bottom of my skirt, lightly pulling me with him. Call me stupid, but I followed... something was telling me I wouldn't be harmed in any way... I just felt... as he was telling me he needed my help. I followed him and he brought me into a hidden valley. I never even knew that place existed... as we made our way through the rocky area he let go of my skirt and ran ahead, joining the other wolf that was vigorously digging at the pile of rocks at what used to be an opening of a small cave at the base of one hill. As I came closer I noticed that the pile looked fresh as if a part of the cliff came down in a rockfall, covering the cave entrance. The female rose her head watching me step closer but didn't run away. She'd clearly worked on trying to pull those rocks off for a long time, she looked tired and her paws were bleeding. She looked at me and released a loud howl and when I heard a muffled whining behind the rocks, I knew what I needed to do. It took me half a day to uncover the rock slide, the rocks were heavy but the weak whining of the small pups behind the rocks pushed me to continue nonstop. When the opening was finally big enough, the wolves jumped through and came back with a pup in each of their mouths. Five pups were pulled out one by one by their parents, while I sat on the ground, absolutely exhausted. The happy mother hurried the kids into the woods while the father came to me, licked my face and then followed his family. That was six years ago... those pups are all grown wolves now. Since that time they follow me on my trips, but only show themselves when I'm alone. They're not like dogs, they don't come to be petted, they just silently walk at the distance, keeping their eyes on me... and I feel safe.” “Well, that doesn't mean that they're actually protecting you, maybe they're just stalking you as an easy prey. They are vicious predators.” “No... they did protect me when I needed them. Three years ago a bear-shatoon showed up in the forest. For weeks he was terrorizing the village and taking livestock, a few people who tried to hunt the bear were said to be killed by the beast. People avoided going into the woods alone.. but I had no choice... A family brought me a kid who was suffering from a bad infection and I'd already used all the seaberries I had. The far side of the mountain by the river is the only place where the seaberries grow, and I knew there should be some that survived the birds and the snow. The father and his oldest son went with me, despite the danger, they were desperate to save their loved one. We were on our way back when we saw a bear closing in on us in attack mode... there was nowhere to go... and that is when the wolves showed themselves, placing a line between us and the bear. They stood their ground against the bigger predator and managed to chase him away. Then they followed us to the edge of the forest and watched us safely reach the village... a few other people saw them... not to mention the father and son were sure I'd called the wolves for protection. The word about what happened quickly spread around...” After Joseph heard the story he started asking more and more questions about the wolves. At first he seemed to be genuinely interested and fascinated that the wolves could be so smart... he asked to describe them, the whole family. He asked if they'd ever came close to my house... and finally started asking me to show him where the wolves hidden valley was located. I refused, thinking that bringing another human into their land could be unwelcome by the pack. I was more of worried about a wild animal's reaction to an intruder, than worried about him knowing the location of the their grounds... if only I knew back then that I was worried about the wrong side... After countless insists and refusals to show him the location of the wolves' valley Joseph changed. The nice, caring, charming man was gone. He became irritable, even left the village for a few days without telling me where he went. My every question about what was wrong was answered with, 'you don't trust me.' Soon I started thinking that showing him where the wolves lived wasn't such a big deal and I was ready to give in, when one night I woke up with the feeling of danger. Joseph, who was gone again for days was standing by the side of my bed with a rope in his hands. Five fully armed men I'd never seen before were standing behind him. It all happened too fast, I didn't even have a chance to scream. In minutes I was tied up, silenced, and dragged to the horses, then a galloping trip through the forest, over the river, and to the mountains, where I was thrown from the horse onto the ground and tied up to a tree. That was when Joseph had finally explained everything. He was a wolf hunter. He was the best in the area where he lived. He never missed a shot, never came back empty handed, never, until a huge gray wolf with blue eyes showed up in the forest. That wolf changed the game. He was beyond smart, and incredibly lucky. He wasn't shy and showed up in the open multiple times as if teasing the wolf hunter, but every time Joseph was ready to take a shot, something went wrong. The bow line ripped, the arrow was faulty and flew to the side, a bird screamed loudly right when the arrow was released, making hunter's hand jerk. But that wasn't all. Arrival of the newcomer suddenly changed the local wolves. They became unmatchable. They suddenly knew how to avoid hunters and traps, and how to cover their tracks. For half a year Joseph came home empty handed form the hunt. The people started making fun of him, and he decided to put an end to the big gray wolf. He set a line of meticulous traps, taking time to carefully hide every single one of them, and spent all day and night in the forest in a secret hideout in a tree with his bow, waiting for the wolf to show up. When he came back home empty handed once again, he found that his own horse was killed right in his backyard. Wolf paw prints were all around the cleaned to the bone corpse. This was a personal, in your face insult, not to mention that after that Joseph lost all respect in the village. He was a joke, everyone was openly laughing in his face and he swore to find and kill the wolf that ruined his life. He spent days and nights searching the forest, but never found what he was looking for, the wolf was gone. He traveled to other areas and when he was about to give up, he overheard someone in a bar talking about a huge gray wolf with blue eyes. The place that guys said people saw that wolf was far, all the way on the south side of the mountains, but Joseph didn't care how far he had to travel to get his revenge. He found the village the stranger in bar had named and started asking about wolves, and that was when he found out that wolves were prohibited from being hunted here, because they were tied up by magic to the local witch. He found out that the leader of the pack was indeed a huge gray wolf with blue eyes, his sworn enemy. He planned to pay it back for his ruined life with vengeance, not just killing his enemy but also exterminating his pack, but... the witch was the only one who knew where the pack lived. “I tried to get it out of you by pretending to be interested in you, when in fact it was turning my stomach to even think about being with a cripple. I pretended to be interested in all that bullshit shaman-magic and when I thought you finally trusted me, you refused to tell me the only thing that I was after! But... unfortunately for you, there's another way... The gray wolf comes to your rescue... let him come, I'll be right here, waiting. My friends all set in the trees around us, and every single one of them has never missed a target with an arrow. Let him come and bring his family.” He started hitting me, trying to make me scream, but I refused. I didn't want to bring death to my furry friends, I was hoping that Joseph would give up, see that it wasn't working, but I underestimated him. The man I thought I knew and loved pulled out his knife, and that was when I saw it in his eyes, he would do anything to get his revenge. I clenched my teeth together, but when his knife dug into my arm I couldn't help but release a scream. The blade moved to my other arm, but I was prepared this time and didn't make a sound. Joseph smirked and moved his blade lower and a sharp pain in my stomach made me grunt and moan. He pulled back for another hit and that is when I heard a loud howl… I gathered all my strength and screamed. “They want to kill you, run away!” The knife dug into my chest and the world turned black... I woke up feeling that my body was being pulled over snow, and I felt the warmth of fur and hot breath over my sides, but I was too weak to stay awake. The movement stopped after some time and the next few hours I was drifting in and out. Every time I was coming around I felt warm furry bodies around me, and felt wet touches on my face and hands. I was feeling life leaving me when a loud sound made me open my eyes. My mind pulled out of the fog and I saw the brightest light above me. It was so strong I had to close my eyes. When I opened them again I saw a beautiful smile of the one eyed man who was kneeling by me. His hand touched my forehead and the pain was gone, replaced by warmth. I wanted to ask who he was, ask what happened, but I couldn't fight the sudden lethargy and drifted into a deep sleep. I woke up feeling well rested and absolutely healthy. No pain, not even one mark on my body, as if the horror of last night never happened, but I knew that it wasn't true. I wasn't in my bed, in fact I wasn't even in my house. On the floor by me I saw a half ripped, clearly dragged over dirt and snow bag of potatoes, next to it was a dead rabbit and a few links of sausages, chewed up at the corners. I stood up and walked outside and saw multiple wolf prints on the ground all over the yard. I followed them only to find that they all ended up at the half open back door. I heard a noise and turned. The big gray wolf was standing between the trees side by side with his female companion, and both of his sons, watching his daughters pulling at a bag of flour, ripped at the corners and clearly stolen from someone's barn. Later, when I walked around the area, I found that the house stood with a river on one side and big mountains I'd never seen before on the other. The deep stretch of forest lay between the house and the nearest village. When I finally made my way there, I found out that the people were Slavs, which meant that I was hundreds of miles away from the place I used to live in. The villagers were friendly, but cautious of me, but when they found out were I lived I read clear fear in their eyes. They said that the house by the mountains was always empty, but... every time anyone came near, they felt fear and had to run away, chased by the loud screams of ravens, which nested in the huge oak by the house. That's how my life here began...”* Radda never told me if she ever found out how she ended up in that house hundreds of miles away, all she said was that it was true magic. She truly believed that Odin himself was that one eyed man who healed her and gives him thanks in her payers every day of her life, from the day she was saved from the wolf hunter. I stopped and frowned. I'm glad I walked away from Jason. He said he was following a white wolf all the way from that... what was that land called? Iceland? I'd never heard of it, so it must be far away, too far to travel to hunt one specific wolf, he must be just like that horrible guy Joseph. 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| MetallicaObsessed | October 15, 2013, 11:59 pm Post #272 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Great stuff there, as usual Olya! Now where's my other half? lmao |
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| Metal_Psyche | October 21, 2013, 6:09 am Post #273 |
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Blackened
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Yep, a longer update is all good by me! Loved it as usual.
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| Olyamet | October 28, 2013, 9:52 am Post #274 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls!!!! Okay and now, the rest of that! Ready? (Continue of Lana's POV) As I continued my way, the sun rolled lower on the sky, reminding me that all I had left was about two or three hours of light. I turned behind yet another curve of the shore, hoping to find something suitable for a night camp, but when I saw a stone road cutting through the shore, my heart jumped. A road meant that there were people somewhere nearby. If I was in this situation a few months ago, I would've breathed out with relief and rushed to the possible shelter, but all the events of my life and the knowledge of what I am made me freeze in doubt. The road lay across the shore, stretching from the forest into the waters of the lake. A pile of broken boards were piled up on the side of it, pushed by the waves onto the beach, and the legs of an old pier were sticking out of the water like the fingers of a submerged giant. I carefully made my way between the moss covered boards and stopped at the end of the rocks. Looks like it wasn't used for a long time... but... If there is a pier here... maybe there's a house somewhere near... I turned to the forest and carefully inspected the line of the trees, but couldn't see anything through the greenery. Maybe it's deeper in the woods? Do I dare just walk in there and ask to stay overnight? They don't know me... don't know anything about me... I bit my lip in hesitation. Maybe, since the pier is destroyed, no one's living there anymore... then it should be just an empty house... I should check... I looked at the forest line, prompting myself to follow the road, but my feet didn't move. What if they aren't friendly? What if they suspect something? I mean, I am alone with no luggage... it's hardly normal for a girl to travel like that... but... I need a place for the night... Maybe I can spend the night here... the rocks should help to block the wind... and I can gather some of those boards and make a shelter... My eyes returned to the pier. No.. I still have to look if anyone lives at the end of this road.. the last thing I want is for someone to see the light of my fire and find me camping on their pier. My stomach growled, reminding me of the lack of food all day and I sighed. I need a place to stay in, and I need something to eat, and since I left all my trapping nets on that stupid farm, I can't catch anything myself. I sighed again and made a few steps toward the forest but stopped and returned to the edge of the pier. Since when am I'm so afraid of people? Since people started to be afraid of me... I walked to the edge of the pier and sat down, dangling my feet over the water. I can try to catch fish... no.. I have nothing to sharpen a stick with to use as a spear... It would be perfect to find an empty warm house and a boat and some nets... or I could find a knife there... all I have to do is to follow this road and check... I pulled my feet back up and stood, turning to the forest. Okay... just walk... I took a deep breath and tightened my fists, feeling that my feet suddenly got as heavy as rocks. I straightened my clothes, pushed a few unruly strands of hair behind my ears and took another deep breath. Okay... I'm going. My feet didn't move. Now... just walk on that road, make a step then another one... My feet slowly moved forward and my fingers nervously moved to my braid, stopping on silky fabric. The ribbon! I have nothing to fear! It will protect me, it has magic! Wait... it has magic... so maybe it can do other things? I never tried to ask it to do something... I looked at the water that was splashing on the side of the pier and placed my fingers on the silk, closing my eyes and whispered. “Ribbon, I wish for a boat with a net in it to appear right here.” I carefully opened one eye and peeked at the water. Nothing... I sighed and opened my other eye, letting go of the blue fabric. I know I'm just pulling time and fooling myself... I need to go and look for the house. And I can't... I'm afraid... I sighed again and returned to my previous place at the edge of the pier. I wish Sig was with me... she wouldn't hesitate for a moment. She would just go there and look instead of making empty wishes. Speaking of empty wishes, if you make one, just make a big one. Like wish to be with Sig. Just magically fly over this lake right to her. I wish I could fly... well... Nymphs are supposed to be able to fly or glide over the land and water... maybe if I try... I stood up and turned to the water, spreading my arms to the sides and imagining myself lifting above the ground. I stood like that for some time, feeling the breeze moving the fabric on my sleeves, playing in my hair and pushing it off my face. For a second I felt as though I was really up in the air and I breathed in, picking one of my legs up and letting the feeling of flight take over me. “What are you doing?” A man's voice made me jump and I quickly opened my eyes, turning. The blue eyes of the stranger from this morning were looking at me with curiosity. I felt my face flush red as his lips slid into a smile. Why is he here? What does he want? I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with him! How did he find me? “Are you following me?” I narrowed my eyes. “No, just going my way. So... what were you doing?” He smiled again, and I felt another flush of embarrassment burning my face. Why does it bother me so much that he caught me doing something stupid? Because I like him... I tightened my fists and rose my chin. No. He's just like Joseph, I can't like him. Just be rude and mean and he'll go away. I ignored his question, jumping into an attack. “And why is it that your way has to be the same way I go?” “Because this is the only way North.” His lips stopped smiling, but the eyes were still beaming with the left over smirk and I spat out. “Can't you go North somewhere else? Like somewhere you won't be following me?” Like somewhere far away from me, with your eyes and that... tall figure and those muscles and that wavy hair and smile and niceness... “Look, I have no idea why you're so hostile to me, I didn't do anything to offend you. You're the one who jumped me.” “Fell. Fell on you, not jumped you.” I pushed through my tightly pressed lips. “Fine, fell. Either way, you have no reason to be so... so... not nice.” “I'm only nice to people I like and I DON'T like you.” I emphasized the word don't, while the voice inside of me whispered. I can't like you... “I'm not too thrilled about you and your moodiness either. On minute you're all smiles and then you turn on me!” “Good. Now go.” I pressed my lips together and stretched my arm, pointing to the north. “You can't tell me what to do! Besides, I was planning to set up camp for the night here, and see if there's a house and possibly a boat somewhere in the woods, and that's what I'm going to do.” “What?! No way! I found this place first and that was my plan, before you showed up!” He can't stay! I don't want him to stay! He has to leave! “Really, so, you standing on the edge of the rock with wide spread arms and a leg up in the air was part of that plan?” Jason smiled and I angrily breathed out, not saying one more word and stomped past the still smiling wolf hunter, making my way to the forest, and threw over my shoulder. “If anyone is going to find a house or a boat it'll be me.” “And you won't share?” He followed me. “Why should I?” “Because like it or not, we're going the same way, and it's easier and safer in company.” “Why? Are you afraid that the big bad wolf is going to get you?” I stopped, turning to him and he pushed by me with a smirk. “No, more like big bad men are going to get you. Like the ones you were hiding from on that tree last night. And don't deny it, I saw the campfire marks, and since you were on the tree...” Jason suddenly drew quiet and stopped, making me almost run into his wide back. I pushed from behind him and held my breath at the scene in front of us. On tall stilts made of tree stumps stood a vine covered and partially rotten shed. Jason made his way to the broken fence on the side of it, while I stepped closer to the fallen stairs. I could see a mesh of silver lines of webs through the opening at the front, and my eyes moved to the huge hole in the roof. I looked down and I saw a crawling movement on the ground by the side of the house and carefully made my way there, bending down for a closer look. A wide broken board lay on something like rotten woven fabric with a big pile of ants covering most of it. At the base of one of the boards I saw a strange round white rock. Another ant hill was towering at the base of the nearby tree trunk. Ants, spiders... rotten blankets... no thank you. “Okay... it's all yours. I'd rather sleep on the beach.” I stood up, turning and felt something tickling my shoulder. I was ready to brush it off when I heard Jason’s tense voice. “Lana, don't look up, just walk straight away from the tree.” Something landed on my shoulder again, moving to my neck, and I froze, feeling chills crawling on my back. Jason's eyes moved to something above my head, creeping me out even further, and I quickly looked up. On the branch, right above me hung a decomposed body in dark shredded clothes, that stretched to my shoulders and was moving with the breeze. I muffled my scream with my hand, backing up, and tripped, falling down. Unable to take my eyes off the horrid corpse I started to crawl backwards, away from the deathly tree, pushing the boards with my body. My hand tangled in the rotten fabric I was looking at earlier, and it slid off the white rock, revealing a set of teeth and blackened round holes of eyes. “Aaaaaah!” I jumped up, but my hand pulled the rotten clothes of the second skeleton with it and the skull landed on my foot. Frantically waving my arms and blinded by the tears of fear, I ran to the safety of the wide spread shoulders of the wolf hunter and buried my face into his chest, screaming. “Get it off! Get it off of me!!!!” “It's okay, it's just bones, they can't hurt you.” His hands freed me from the horrid ties, arms wrapping around me and pulling my body up to carry me back to the light of the shore. His lips kept whispering somewhere by my ear. “It's over, we're out of there. We're back on the sand now. It's okay, you're safe...” “I... I touched it... and it touched me...” I pushed out between sobs and his hand pressed my head closer to his chest, sliding up and down my hair. “I know, I told you not to look up. Why didn't you listen?” “Don't you know anything.... if you tell someone not to look... they'll always look...” I sobbed and wiped my tears, pulling back from the safety of his arms. His arms let me down, hands encasing my face, and his blue eyes looked into mine. “I'm sorry, I didn't want you to get scared.” His hands slid on my shoulders as my eyes deepened into the blue, and my mind clouded for a second, drowning in the strange warmth. His eyes were so blue... the same color as morning glories... my blue flowers... Chestnut curls moved with the wind, waking up a foggy remembrance, but it never surfaced, floating out of reach of the conscious mind. The wave of warmth surrounded my body, settling with a strange reassurance that nothing could ever harm me... nothing could get to me, as long as those blue eyes were watching over me, as long as those arms were holding me close... protecting me... “Are you okay now?” His voice dropped me out of the fog and I stepped away, lowering my head. “Yeah... yeah I'm fine... I... I just got spooked... you know... never seen anyone dead for so long... I mean.. never seen... I saw someone dead once.. but it wasn't... I've never seen bones... and... I'm okay now... thank you.” I mumbled, making my way to the lake and vigorously washing my hands, splashing cold water over my face. What was that? I could've sworn I... I felt it... I felt something... it was so strange... “Sorry you had to see that...” Jason sat on the sand by me and I breathed in and out and tried to pull a weak smile on my face. “We didn't even look if there was a boat there...” “There was, but it's broken.. it was laying on the side, under the fallen fence.” “Great... just great... all my wishes came true precisely. A warm house, a nice boat, oh and don't forget the net for fishing...” I lowered my eyes. And you not being a wolf hunter... “Well, I don't know about the house and the boat... and the net, but we can do the fishing thing. Too bad I don't have a spear, but we can make one.” His blue eye winked at me and his lips slid into a smile, and I unconsciously smiled back. “Make two, I'm may be skittish with corpses, but I'm great at spear fishing.” “Two spears coming up.” He held out his hand, offering to help me get up, and I stretched my wet hand to his. Our fingers touched, sending tingling charges through my arm, and his blue eyes smiled, returning the wave of warmth. His strong arm pulled me up and his eyes came closer, making me hold my breath. I swallowed and let out a whisper. “Sorry I freaked out...” “It's okay, it's only human to be afraid of death...” “Yeah... human...” I looked down, hiding my eyes and cleared my throat. “Anyway... I'm sorry...” You have no idea just how sorry I am... It's not enough that you're a wolf hunter, you just reminded me that you are also... a human... |
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| MetallicaObsessed | October 30, 2013, 4:42 pm Post #275 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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OMG Olya, I really can't wait to see where this pairing goes! :heheh :heheh
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| Olyamet | November 12, 2013, 1:24 pm Post #276 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you!!!! Okay, so... we know what Lana and Balder are doing... well... so far. Now, it's time to go back to Thor and Astrid! XXX. (Thor's POV) As the sun hid behind the rocks and the shadows turned stones black, we reached the top of the flat ridge. To our relief the next wall had an indent which was good enough for a shelter from the wind, and it could fit both of us with spare room for a fire. Astrid was quiet all evening and even when I tried to joke that one of us should go and get one of those goats, she mumbled 'that would be nice' and I got the clue that she was somewhere far in her thoughts. She didn't reach for the rope when the leftovers from breakfast were finished. She just sat there staring at the fire and I kept quiet, trying to figure out what was on her mind. She finally rose her eyes from the flames and looked at me. “James... back there, when I fell... you could've let me die and been free... and you choose to save me... why?” I looked into her eyes and sighed. “Because that is why I'm here. To save and protect you.” I held my breath, ready to hear that she didn't want to listen to my crazy story again, but something in her eyes changed, giving me hope, and I quickly added. “I am who I said I am. I am Thor and you are a Valkyrie. I swear, as Odin is my father, I'm not lying to you.” Her eyes didn't pull away, didn't smirk at me, like they did every time I mentioned my real name before, instead I read pain with a pinch of struggle when she quietly whispered. “Then why don't I remember you? Don't remember anything?” “Because you lost your powers and your immortality when your seed died...” She shook her head at me and sighed. “When I was just about to believe you, you start talking nonsense again... I should've known better...” She lowered her eyes and pulled to stand up, but I caught her hand. “Every Valkyrie has a seed that came from the Tree of Life in their pendants. It's a part of you as much as you are a part of it. Yours died... but before it did, it pulled the power from you... it pulled your immortality... to obey you... and... being mortal you are not allowed to remember Asgard.” Her fingers slid on the chain on her neck, gripping into the empty oval setting. She looked at me and breathed in and out. “I can't believe I'm doing this...” She took another deep breath and looked into my eyes. “Okay. Lets say it's all true, and you really are the God of Thunder, and I'm a lost Valkyrie with an erased memory who was turned mortal. It still doesn't make sense. A God, a supreme being, rushes to save a diminished Demigod?” “No, no one erased your memory.. it's just... kind of suppressed... hidden... There was a story about one Demigod that was turned mortal as puni-- um... he was turned mortal for fifty years. He didn't remember who he was, nothing about the world he came from, but when he was given his immortality back, his memory returned. All of it.” Astrid looked at me, still twirling her pendant between her fingers. “Was I punished, too?” I swallowed and looked back into her blue eyes, shimmering with the reflection of the fire. “You didn't know... you just followed your heart, got caught up in feelings... you granted a wish that needed too much power... that wish was... it was against the Gods' will, but you weren't punished... your seed simply didn't have the energy to undo God's will, but it had to do what you asked it to do, so it drew power from you... and got destroyed in the process... it burned out...” “Burned out...” Astrid's fingers let go of the pendant and danced over the burn scars on her chest as her eyes returned to the fire. “What was the wish about?” “You granted a wish to a mortal warrior who was chosen to be slain... you took a mark off his soul...” Her eyes returned to mine. “Why did I do that?” “You didn't want him to leave his wife... they'd just got married and she was pregnant...” “Gods wanted him to die?” “The Goddesses of Fate are blind, they chose who will live and who will die by weaving the threads of life... long thread means long life... short ones mean early death... no one can change that...” She lowered her eyes and swallowed. “I did... and it made the Gods angry...” “Not all the Gods...” She rose her eyes to me. “You lost your powers because you wanted to help me... didn't you?” “Something like that...” She looked at the fire, then lowered her eyes. “James... I mean Thor... I want you to go back. I deserve to be here, I deserve to be punished and--” “I'm not leaving this realm without you.” “I don't want them to punish you further. Return to your life and--” “I can't do that...” “Yes, you can.” “No, I can't. I can't go back to my life, because I can't imagine it without you...” I swallowed and continued, feeling my heart beating fast in my chest. Now, tell her the truth... tell her why you're really here... tell her you love her. “We were friends, best friends... but this is not the only reason why I came here...” I looked down and looked back at the blue, shimmering eyes. “I... I came here because... because I...” Her eyes deepened into mine and I choked. The words that were ready to come out got stuck somewhere in my suddenly dry throat as the memory of her laughing when I asked her out the very first time blazed through my mind. “Because you...?” She whispered gazing into my eyes and I swallowed again, feeling a hot flush. My hand slid over my chest, ending on the chain and sliding to my pendant. My fingers gripped into the metal and I breathed out. “Because I... I never fulfilled the promise I made you. I promised I would fix your lucky spear and I never did. See, I have the piece I broke off right here with me.” I pulled my pendant forward, mentally slapping myself on the forehead. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why couldn't I say it? “My spear...?” She blinked and lowered her eyes to the pendant in my hand. Her fingers reached to it, outlining the edge, but she suddenly winced, pulling her hand away. A drop of blood on her finger got bigger, pushing up, but instead of sliding off, it lit with blue and gold light and slowly sunk back in. Astrid's skin started glowing with golden lines crawling from her finger to her hand and higher on her arm, to her neck. Her face turned pale as the light reached her eyes, and she gripped her head, moaning. “What is this? This is so strong... oh... my head...” “Astrid, what's wrong?” I gripped her shoulders, but her eyes rolled back as her body went limp in my arms. “Astrid!” I lowered her on the ground and pressed my ear to her chest. Her heart was beating strong and steady in her chest, and her breathing was slow as if she was sleeping. “Astrid?” In the corner of my eye I saw something glowing blue between us and looked down. The piece of the spear burst with blue light, then the light turned gold and went out, leaving sharp edges, clean of rust. The words of my father from a long gone childhood rose up in my head. 'Only the blood of a Valkyrie can wash my blood off their weapon...' The blood of a Valkyrie... but she... why did she pass out? He never said what it would do to the Valkyrie... “Astrid! Wake up! Astrid! Talk to me! Please wake up!” I shook her shoulders. Her chest rose and a weak moan escaped her lips. “Astrid! Are you okay? Talk to me! Please talk to me!” Her eyes flew open and she blinked, looking at me with surprise. “Thor? What...?” She sat up, rubbing her forehead and looked at my clothes. “What happened? Why does my head hurts like I drunk a lake of mead?” Her eyes moved to her own arms. “And why are we wearing this... this...” She pulled on the edge of her sleeve. “Is this a new fashion in Asgard or did Loki play some practical joke on us again?” “You remember!? You remember me and Loki and Asgard!” I smiled, pulling her into my arms. “Was I not supposed to? Ugh, my head is killing me!” She gripped at her head again, then slowly pulled her hands off and looked back at me. “Thor... I remember... I remember going to Midgard, and Rodimir... and...” She swallowed, gripping at her pendant. “My seed... it was burning... I remember the fall... burning flames.... pain... I remember calling for Heimdall... and you... and then darkness...” “I'm sorry I didn't hear you, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when you were trying to tell me about that spirit who pushed you to make that stupid wish. And I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you...” I pulled her into my arms again, and she pressed herself closer, shaking with tears. We sat like that until she gripped at her head again, pushing away. “Lana, the girl that saved me, is she alright?” “She's not a girl, she's a Nymph.” “How is that possible? She told me of her life here... she has no powers. I have to find her, help her.” “Gemon will find her, and he most likely already has. Besides, from what he told me, if he's right.. nothing in this realm can harm her, she's not just a Nymph, she is of Royal Triad blood.” “A Royal Triad? I don't understand...” “Let Gemon worry about that mystery, we have other things to do.” Astrid closed her eyes and gripped at her head again. “I feel like I have a herd of bilchsteims stomping in my head... and every time they buckle, a new memory floats from under their feet...” “I'm sorry... I don't know how to stop it...” I slid my hands up on her shoulders to her head, wishing I could take the pain away, and she opened her eyes. “No... I'm the one who is sorry... I didn't believed you... I almost killed you! I pull you with me, tied up... I treated you horribly... I'm sorry...” “You didn't remember... it's not your fault.” She looked into my eyes and sighed. “Yes, it is. All of it. I was the one who granted the wish. I'm the one who has to pay for it, not you. I remember it all now... everything to the last words before I touched your pendant.... I deserve to be here. I betrayed Aesirs, I undid the Gods' will... and lost my grace, my seed... there is no coming back from that... because I'm not sorry for what I did.” “It was too high of the price to pay for what you did!” “No, it wasn't... love is worth much more than that. And I would do it again to save love... and there is nothing you can do, Thor. Go back to Asgard.” “You're wrong, there is something we can do to change it! Balder and Loki and Sigyn, everyone helped me to get here and we have a plan to bring you back.” “Thor... I don't want to bring Odin's fury upon all of my friends. My seed is dead, my immortality is gone, no one can undo it.” “There is another seed here in Midgard and I know where it is. The plan is fool poof!” “Another seed? But... will it work?” “Have you ever seen a plan of Loki's not work?” I smiled and for the first time this evening Astrid's face lit up with a smile. “I have the best friends in the whole universe!” “Yep.” I felt my heart skip and pushed a smile on my face. Friends... best friends... I should've told her when I had a chance... I should've told her the truth... I love you Astrid, I love you with all my heart... “By the way... that promise you never fulfilled, fixing my lucky spear... I lost the other half... plus it wasn't so lucky, after all I did fall right on it...” Astrid looked at me smiling, but her eyes didn't join her lips. I tried to gaze deeper into the saddened blues, but she lowered them, reaching to my pendant and turning it in her fingers. “But it didn't kill you and the other half returned your memory. I'd say it is a lucky spear.” She looked back at me. “If you say so... Thor... thank you. Thank you for coming to my rescue. Only a true... true friend would do that.” “That is what friends are for, right?” “Right...” She whispered, almost silently and somewhere deep in her eyes I saw a shadow of something else, but it was gone, drowning in flickers of the reflection of flames. “Tell me everything, everything that happened in Asgard while I was here.” She rubbed her hands together, warming them up and I pulled her closer, letting her rest head on my chest and covering her with my cape. It would be easier to relive all what happened if she can't see my face... she may read the true meaning of why I'm here... |
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| lusy_orion | November 12, 2013, 7:02 pm Post #277 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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SWEET MOTHER OF GOD YOU JUST KILLED ME.... ...now, would it be too much to ask you to write the next Chapter...FAST. This is perfect....
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| MetallicaObsessed | November 14, 2013, 10:00 pm Post #278 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I wholeheartedly agree..MOAR MOAR MOAR NOW NOW NOW I really hate to be so demanding, but I want more Olya, and I want it NOW!!! LOL Fantastic update!
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| Olyamet | November 20, 2013, 4:26 pm Post #279 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!! I love you! Sorry it took me a while to finish this chapter... I'm doing too many things at once. Okay, so... we know what James.. I mean Thor was thinking... now, should we see it from Astrid's POV? (Astrid's POV) Thor started his story about all the action in Asgard since I went missing, then moved on to how he found out about where the seed is from Gemon, pointing out that it was a lucky turn of events. I could hear his heart beating with excitement as his story unfolded. My eyes pulled to the starry sky, and even though I still couldn't see the Bifrost, for the first time in this realm, I felt absolutely safe... as I always did when he was near... They say the heart never lies... mine remembered him, even when my mind didn't... it knew. It always knew... from the very first time I saw him it knew he was the one... but my mind knew that to follow the heart meant to lead it to a disaster. He was Odin's son, a supreme God, and I... I was his father's shield-maiden... a God's servant. The heart didn't want to hear reason and logic. My heart believed in true love and happy ending... in fairy tales... it believed that everyone was equal in love... and my mind let it melt in a sea of 'never going to happen,' not planning to interfere, since it was just an dream, that would never come true... The mind knew, that there was absolutely no chance that the future king of Asgard would ever notice a little Valkyrie. My mind didn't wake up when my heart leaped and sped up when a young dashing God of Thunder called my name. It didn't interfere when my heart skipped when the most charming smile in the world appeared in front of me. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when the object of my dreams said the first words. 'Your name truly suits you. You are star like... your beauty makes you shine even among your sisters. The second meaning is true, too, divine strength... I heard you put down a bilchsteim that was charging at you with one throw of a spear.' My lips slid into a victorious smile, as my heart drowned in a wave of happiness as he continued. 'Now... lets see if the third meaning of your name is also true. Would you be impulsive enough to leave this boring gathering and warm up the night of a lonely God?' A smile was still frozen on my lips when my mind woke up and yanked my heart from the cloud of happiness so hard that it almost stopped. My mind bubbled with anger at the meaning of his last words and pushed out a defensive laughter. 'You are mistaking impulsiveness for easiness, son of Odin. And Divine Strength is not a physical ability, more of a power to shield your charm, and see right through it to the indecency of your proposal. As for star like... you need more then a wish for a warm night for the star to fall into your hands. The universe just doesn't work like that.' The words flew through still smiling lips, sending a bitter taste down my ready to close up with disappointment throat, and the God of Thunder smirked. 'You are forgetting, Gods rule the universe, it works as they please.' 'But even the Gods can't make the stars fall at their will.' My words rose a giggle among my previously silent sisters and Thor's eyes darkened. He stood silently for a few minutes, with his brothers looking at him, until Loki gasped with a wicked smile. 'Is that it? No smart comeback? I don't recognize you, brother! You've never let a girl have the last word before!' Thor ignored his words, his eyes peering into mine and I held his glare, noticing that the air around us darkened and started to rumble with low thunder. 'Surely you are not going to bring a lightning bolt into this conversation, brother.' Balder giggled and Loki snorted. 'She's won! I can't believe it, but she's won! She knocked the king of flirting speechless off his high horse! Ooooh, I simply have to see more of this, it's too good!” He stepped forward, turning to me. “Astrid, is it? If I may, I officially invite you to a hunting trip with us tomorrow. What do you say? It's just me, Balder, Vali, and Thor.' Thor had finally come out from his stupor and smirked. 'Don't waste your breath, brother. She's clearly lacking impulsiveness, plus to bring a woman with us and hear her never ending complaints of how it's all barbaric and lacks comfort... She would only ruin a good hunt.' Thor's eyes were clearly calling me out and my lips opened before my mind had caught up with the words. 'If by ruin you mean beat you as a better hunter.' The crowd behind me released a long 'oooooohh,' feeding into my already out of control and completely insubordinate behavior. But the trigger of my stubborn and strong mind was already pushed, firing unstoppable, uncontrollable countermeasures. I always had it... and never could control it... not even in the face of my master's son. 'That's impossible! Thor is the best there is!' Balder gasped and my damned tongue spit out. 'You mean among you.' Loki snorted and slapped Thor's shoulder. 'So, how about it? Care to prove her wrong?' Thor's lips slid into a smile. 'We'll pick you up tomorrow, that is if you're not backing out of your words.' I rose my chin with a smile. 'Meet you on the Bifrost at dawn.' I turned on my numb legs and walked through the crowd of my sisters under the laughter of onlookers and carrying a heavy feeling in my heart. With time I learned to push that feeling deep inside, replacing it with a friendship strongly forged in multiple hunting trips. But my love never died, it only grew stronger as I discovered the real Thor. Not the show off, crowned Prince of Asgard, but the real Thor, without masks. My love grew, pulling heavily on my heart, but I never let it shine through, never let my guard down... never let myself follow it. My mind knew... the friendship was as close as I could let myself get... and I always knew it was the right decision. Wasn't it? I lowered my eyes, remembering Thor's words before he pulled out his pendant. The way he was looking at me... the way he was stumbling on his words... I got the feeling that he want to say something... something that I wanted to hear... that feeling was so strong... so... My hand slid on my chest to my neck, fingers pulling the fur cover closer. It was... My hand slid to my shoulder and unconsciously continued to an aching spot on my forearm, as my mind brought out Thor's face as he was repeating 'because I... I...' My thumb circled the sore area of an old injury and my mind froze my thoughts. You already felt this once, remember? You were hurt... hurt with an immortal weapon and it didn't heal right away, it took days... almost a week... and in that week you let yourself hope... I let go of my arm and let my mind play out another memory. I was wounded during a hunt... and it was my fault. Loki was standing far behind me and threw his spear a split second before I rose mine up in the air. I didn't see him and he couldn't possibly anticipate my move, and as a result, his weapon flew by, tearing through the flesh of my forearm. Thor stayed by my side for days. He held my hand, trying to ease the pain. He was stumbling on his words when I couldn't hold my moans, he looked so worried... he stay up night after night, refusing to leave until I was completely healed. We talked about anything and everything, it was just the two of us, the way he looked at me... I got the feeling that there was more behind those blue eyes, that it was more than a help to a friend in pain... and I was waiting for him to open up... but I was wrong. He never said those words I wanted to hear, because he was there just as a friend. He was worried about his wounded friend and nothing more... I was wrong then, letting my heart to fool my mind... and I making the same mistake now. He's just worried about you, that's why he's stumbling, that's why he looks so nervous, because just like back then, you are in a bad situation. He is a true friend, a true friend and that is all... I pulled myself off Thor's chest and sat up. “We should get some sleep. By the looks of it, those stupid rocks continue up, and who knows what's awaiting for us on the other side. So get yourself comfortable.” The chilling breeze blew over my my previously protected back, and I couldn’t help but shiver, pulling my cape closer. “I was comfortable before you sat up and I'm sure you were warmer.” Thor smiled at me. “We can't sleep like that.” “And why not? There's no rule against two friends cuddling closer on a cold night. If it makes you feel better, imagine I'm a girl.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I smiled. “Only if you imagine me as a guy.” “Eww... guys don't do shit like that. We don't cuddle with each other.” “Even when it's very cold?” “Real men don't show to each other that they're cold, even when they are freezing to death. It's a weakness.” “But it's okay to show that weakness in front of a female friend?” “I didn't say I'm cold, did I? I'm simply worried about you and offering to keep you warm, no ulterior motive. Come on, the very last thing we need is for you to catch a cold, you don't have your immortally, remember? And a cold is a serious sickness for a mortal.” As if to add to his words, a strong gust of wind made me bend forward, feeling the cold pushing all the way inside of my stomach and I pulled my fur over my head, looking at Thor's worried face. He's right... As if he'd read my thoughts, he pulled his cape open, inviting me in, and I moved closer, letting him wrap the sides of the fur around us. “See? Much warmer and very comfortable... I would say cozy... and it sure makes me warmer, too... just the thought of your body so close...” “Thor!” I pulled away and he giggled, pulling me back to his chest. “I'm just teasing you, I swear, I feel nothing sexual!” “You better not.” I lowered my head to his chest again and heard him whisper. “Maybe a little bit...” “Thor!” “I'm kidding, I'm kidding!” “One more word and I will go and sleep on the other side of the fire.” “Okay... no more words.” “And no thinking of anything sexual either.” “I can't control my thoughts.” “Then I'm moving away.” “Oh come on! Can't I have one thought? Just one little thought? You did pull me like a dog on a leash and kept me tied up all this time, one little thought as a reward for all my suffering?” “That is it, I'm going to sleep over there.” I pulled away again and he laughed. “You'd rather freeze to death than allow me one thought?” “Yes.” He sighed and pulled me back to him. “I can't let you do that. Okay, no words, no thoughts.” “You swear?” “Let Fenrir's wolf use me as his chew toy if I'm lying.” “You didn't say as Odin is my father...” I looked right into his eyes and he held my gaze. “I can't use that all the time, it gets old. I use Fenrir's wolf as a substitute.” “It'd better be as strong as the Odin one.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he answered without blinking. “It's like fire and water. They are equal in strength.” “Okay.” I let my head touch his chest and felt his arms wrapping around me. I breathed out and relaxed, watching the flames of the fire play with each other, competing to reflect on the shiny metal of my sword. My eyes moved to the axe blade and I saw a mirror image of Thor's smiling face. Wait a minute... fire is opposite of water... Does that mean he's swear meant the opposite? They are the same in strength... did he mean to use water and fire or did it just pop up in his head? Is there a hidden meaning in the choice? Am I over thinking it? Yes, I am... I start this again and we'll end up arguing till dawn, besides... I can't promise myself that I would control my thoughts... with his arms around me... his body pressed to mine... his heart beating so close... how often have I dreamed of a moment like this? More often than I'd like to admit even to myself... I swallowed the sighed, whispering quietly. “Good night, Thor.” “Good night, Astrid...” |
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| Metal_Psyche | November 20, 2013, 6:57 pm Post #280 |
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Blackened
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Ah! You're killing me Olya!! In a really good way though! I love Thor and Astrid together so much. And of course the Fenrir's wolf swear means the opposite! He's having dirty thoughts - as are you, Astrid - so stop being so dumb with the 'just a friend' shit! More, more, more.
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| MetallicaObsessed | November 24, 2013, 8:59 am Post #281 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Olya, you amaze me! I love the banter between these two! The tension, her stubbornness! Superb!
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| Olyamet | December 11, 2013, 2:46 pm Post #282 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!!! Have I told you that I love you all? Your comments make my day every time and make me write more and more! Thank you! Okay, so... lets go back to Lana and Balder. I hope you are interested to see what they are doing. A short one, but the next one will be sooner! XXXI. (Gemon's POV) I peeked from behind the tree again, still not sure if I should believe my own eyes. But there they were, laughing by the fire and enjoying freshly caught and grilled over the flames fish. I stepped behind the tree, bracing my back against the trunk, and milked my beard deep in thought. Balder and Nanna... how did that come in to play? Hm... interesting... First of all, what is he doing here and how in the name of Yggdrasil did he get here? Maybe he followed me and Thor? No... I would've sensed him. Not possible for sure, he must've come by his own means... but how and why? Maybe something changed in their plan? Maybe he came to warn Thor? No... He doesn't look too worried about his brother at the moment, too preoccupied with the green eyes of the Nymph... and... he obviously hasn't told her who he is... I heard her calling him Jason. I slid to the ground and unconsciously reached for my mead flask to soothe my throat, smacking my lips at the heavenly taste and continuing my thoughts. He, on the other hand, uses the name that mortals gave her, Lana... which means he didn't recognized her. I lifted the flask for another sip and whispered to my constant companion of never ending sweet nectar. “Of course, he couldn't recognized her per se, I mean he didn't see in her the mirror image of her mother. He must've forgotten how she looked like... he was just a child when...” I sighed and pulled the flask to my lips, letting the warming liquid wash away the sadness of my memory. Kids don't remember sad things... that's one thing that kids have... they choose what to remember and what to forget... grown ups don't have that... we remember it all... And it doesn’t matter if you want to remember or not... you can push it deep inside, but it's there... always there... “This is so good! Simple, but good.” Balder's voice broke my train of thoughts. “Simple? It sounds like you're used to a more comfortable life style than this. Hardly the hunter's way of living.” Nanna's voice answered with a hint of a smile and I smirked. You have no idea... “Well, when you're good... at hunting... you get more than everyone else... more... um... things... I mean, isn't the fur the most valuable thing here? If you have fur, you can trade it.... At least that's what everyone in my real-- land thinks of Mid... um... your land.” I shook my head, whispering with a smile. “Balder you are so bad at this, lies are surely not your thing. Unlike your shady brother Loki, you stumble on every word!” I let my head rest on the trunk of the tree. Funny how three brothers can be so different. There is Thor, the older son: bold and proud... a bit of on the showing off side sometimes, but a true protector, with a strong leading personality. A perfect future king... a bit careless at times, but he is still young... Then there is Loki... the middle son... just a few days younger than Thor. The troublemaker, the trickster, who gets joy out of twisting people around, who always has this... this... 'I'm up to no good' smile on his face. You never know if he'll stand by you, or... do whichever is best for him. Unmatched in his lies, truly the master of deceiving with a silver tongue. And then there is Balder, the youngest of the three. Loyal to his brothers till death. The one who's closer to the nature spirits than any of his brothers. The one who is happy to follow, not lead. “The one who... can't tell a lie...” I cackled to myself, and turned my ears back to the conversation by the fire. “...and I suppose the fur of a white wolf is more valuable. Is that why you're hunting that poor animal? So you can get more things? More of everything? That is wrong. I believe that you should only hunt when you absolutely need food and use everything possible of the animal who's life you took. And some animals should never be hunted. Like wolves.” I heard hard notes in the voice of the Nymph and peeked from my hiding place. “I don't hunt wolves... well... I do... it's just... I only hunt this one... it's.. it's personal.” Balder glanced at Nanna and lowered his head. I almost gasped out loud hearing his words. What?!? Balder said he's on a hunt for a wolf? Balder, who loves wolves with all his heart?! Balder, who grew up with Geri and Freki as his babysitters? Balder, who was the only Aesir who felt sorry for Fenrir wolf when the Gods imprisoned him? “That's even more disturbing. Sounds like a personal vendetta. What did that wolf do? Kill some of your livestock? They are predators, they do that. Besides, humans take what wolves count as their prey, they hunt deer and other animals in the forest. So wolves are entitled to take from humans. Fair game, if you ask me.” Nanna sat up straight and crossed her arms over her chest, and I nodded at her words. Absolute truth! Men push wolves, and wolves fight back for their territory. “I need to find that wolf and that is all I'm going to say. Now, lets get off of this clearly argumentative topic.” Balder threw a few more branches into the fire, but Nanna stood up. “Whatever. Time to have some sleep anyway.” I saw Balder swallowing a sigh. “Fine, let me pile up those boards over the road, so they overhang... maybe if we put a boulder on top of them to keep them up... or maybe if we make an arch... or we can brace them to the road...” He stood up, too, turning to the pier. “Whatever you want to do for your comfort. I'll sleep right here by the fire.” Nanna pushed sand with her feet, making an indent, then sat down, pushing more sand with her arms for a modified headrest, not paying attention to the God of Light. Balder glanced at her, scratched the back of his head, and started pulling the boards out of the pile. A gust of cold wind blew over the lake and Nanna curled up on the sand, shivering and pulling her legs to her chest. The wind got stronger and I breathed in, smelling the incoming rain. Hm... I should stop this. No reason for her to get all wet, even thought it wouldn't hurt her. Nothing in this realm can, but to let her shiver with the cold and get wet... No, I can stop this wind and push away the rain. I rose my hands up and closed my eyes, reaching to the clouds, but suddenly heard a low growl behind me. I opened my eyes, turning with surprise that some Midgard animal dared to show hostility against a Satyr and almost immediately felt a hot flash. “Geri? What are you...” The white wolf looked right into my eyes, and I lowered my arms, obeying Odin's companion as his mind reached into mine. “It was you who led Balder here... and you knew who she is... you always knew... you and Freki...” The wolf lowered his head and the thoughts melted away, releasing my mind. “Wait... Did Odin know that, too? Why didn't he bring her back? Why did he let her grow up here?” The wolf stepped back, glanced in the direction of Balder and Nanna, then vanished into the forest, leaving me standing with unanswered questions. I turned to the beach and stroked my beard. I don't get it... the wolves are the only ones who know? Odin would've never let that happen if he knew... would he? Of course not! He knows how dangerous it is! When the time comes and she gets her powers... untrained to control them... it could lead to a disaster! She could destroy half of this realm! The powers of the Royal Nymph are enormous! If he doesn't know that she is here... only wolves know... but he knows everything the wolves know... everything that the wolves see... I felt the cold fingers of fear gripping my spine. And now he would know that I'm here... that I know... What should I do? Should I keep an eye on them? I felt someone's thought entering mine, like a soft touch, a whisper without words. I closed my eyes, trying to read the message, but it withdrew, leaving the feeling that everything is how it was supposed to be and everyone is where they're supposed to be, including me. I breathed out and returned my eyes to the couple on the beach. Nanna was still laying on the sand and trying very hard not to shiver, and Balder was finishing his shelter. As he pressed the last board into place the first drops of rain hit the ground, and his eyes moved back to the little Nymph. “You are going to get wet and freeze. The shelter is big enough for both of us.” “I'mm ff..i..nne rrr..ight hh..e...rrrre.” Nanna's words came out broken by her chattering teeth. “No, you are not.” “Yesss... I amm.” Balder stood still for a second, looking at the Nymph, then shook his head and crawled under the cover, muttering under his breath. “Fine, be stubborn if you want, see if I care.” A few more minutes of silence, and the rain started mercilessly hammering the sand, making the flames flicker. The wind joined in, working in tandem with the rain and the fire gave in to the force, going off. Balder peeked from under his shelter. “Still fine?” “Abbb..sssolll...uttt..ely.” Came the reply from the curled up, shivering body on ground. A few more minutes and then a quiet swearing and movement behind the wall of the shelter, another sigh and Balder stepped out, making his way to the Nymph. “The only more stubborn person I've ever met is my brother.” He took his cape off and covered her with it before going back to his cover, rubbing his hands over his shoulders, and I smiled. I knew he wouldn't let her freeze. “Well... it's all seems to be okay for now... so I guess I can get back to my job.” I closed my eyes to see if I'd get any other messages, but noting happened. “Okay, so I'm going then...” I waited for a few seconds and snapped my fingers, returning to the burnt-down valley, carrying a smile on my face. |
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| MetallicaObsessed | December 12, 2013, 9:32 am Post #283 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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You toy with my emotions woman! lol Can't wait for the next update! |
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| lusy_orion | December 17, 2013, 3:25 pm Post #284 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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This is PERFECT! You are truly amazing in this!!! |
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| Metal_Psyche | December 19, 2013, 10:59 am Post #285 |
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Blackened
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This was great! Excited for the next (longer!) update .
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And of course the Fenrir's wolf swear means the opposite! He's having dirty thoughts - as are you, Astrid - so stop being so dumb with the 'just a friend' shit!

8:39 PM Jul 10