Post by lycanishblood on Feb 23, 2008 0:45:39 GMT -5
The world in which Arwen had grown up in had been one of customs, formality and even supersition. Every little thing from a dull, full moon to a red star had a sense of danger and pain behind it. Every mythical creature from Werewolves, to vampires, to dragons. All of them were made out to be evil creatures. So when Arwen, over one thousand years ago had found out that a werewolf had infected her and both her and her brother had been thrown out of the house, she had never excepted that she would end up the oldest Lycan alive at the current time. That was something that had been so far beyond her reality. And now that she was released from the prision that Victor had placed her in and was free from all the hasles of her parents hunting her, she had more problems.
Almost by instinct she reached out for her twin brother Mathayus and a tear came to her eye when she realized that once again, completely by accident she was reaching for the dead. She wiped away the tear.
How can I live without half of me. it is like living with only half a body or half a soul, She wondered to herself as she walked down the path on teh forzen forest. Anyone else would be freezing in the below zero temperatures, but Arwen was not. Her mind was colder then her body, and her heart was colder then her mind. Teh world had changed so much in a few months that it was all starting to become to much.
Between Calwyn and Hannibal, Camron, Curtis. Blaze, Rebakah and her illness and foreboding death and her own porblems, this whole situation was just getting out of hand. How could she help heal Rebakah and seek revenge on Camron if she couldn't even heal herself or track a simple vampire. This was hopeless. Arwen jumped up into a leaveless, snow covered tree and sat on one of teh stronger branches. Her knee length red hair was tied up in a thick plait that reached the tops of her theighs and her dark eyes scanned the area. Her eyes use to her a ver, very light purple, but they had become dark and sad recently... only returning to become bright purple when particually sad or angry.
She could always feel Rebakah's pain and heartbreak, Calwyns anger and her own strong and violent emotions. This was getting out of hand. Her black top, jeans and army boots were all in a dark contrast to her pale skin.
What happened to her family to make their lives become like this?
Almost by instinct she reached out for her twin brother Mathayus and a tear came to her eye when she realized that once again, completely by accident she was reaching for the dead. She wiped away the tear.
How can I live without half of me. it is like living with only half a body or half a soul, She wondered to herself as she walked down the path on teh forzen forest. Anyone else would be freezing in the below zero temperatures, but Arwen was not. Her mind was colder then her body, and her heart was colder then her mind. Teh world had changed so much in a few months that it was all starting to become to much.
Between Calwyn and Hannibal, Camron, Curtis. Blaze, Rebakah and her illness and foreboding death and her own porblems, this whole situation was just getting out of hand. How could she help heal Rebakah and seek revenge on Camron if she couldn't even heal herself or track a simple vampire. This was hopeless. Arwen jumped up into a leaveless, snow covered tree and sat on one of teh stronger branches. Her knee length red hair was tied up in a thick plait that reached the tops of her theighs and her dark eyes scanned the area. Her eyes use to her a ver, very light purple, but they had become dark and sad recently... only returning to become bright purple when particually sad or angry.
She could always feel Rebakah's pain and heartbreak, Calwyns anger and her own strong and violent emotions. This was getting out of hand. Her black top, jeans and army boots were all in a dark contrast to her pale skin.
What happened to her family to make their lives become like this?
