Post by Marie on Jan 21, 2007 19:55:29 GMT -5
ooc|| I'm new here [: This post reveals a little bit about her woeful and dramatic past.
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The wind howled in the treetops overhead. The sun was setting, and the darkening forest began to grow dark. A thick mist had settled over the soft grass and wove between the thin tree trunks and sparkled in the young starlight. The dark horse trotted heavily through the forest, it's jingling tack making metallic clanks that echoed through the terra. It's rider was slumped in the large saddle, her eyelids fluttering, trying to stay awake. Her body was guarded by a thick cloak, it's hood pulled up covering the maiden's golden locks. Her fair hands held the worn leather reins loosely, tired from gripping for so many days. A sheathed sword clanked against her side.
The maiden's name was Marie, though she had not heard it spoken to her in many days. It had been a week since she had fled from her home and love. Yes, she did love, but their courtship was not fit; he had an arranged marriage, breaking up their love. He was a prince, and she a simple server to him: a messenger. For a while Marie thought he really did love her, but she began to doubt when he began to avoid her after receiving the news he would be wed against his will. He had told her he didn't want to marry the princess, but Marie had run their conversation through her head, and began to wonder if he was really sorry to lose her. He had apologized from his heart, and promised to love her forever. Did he really mean that? Marie thought.
A pain tore through her heart once again, and she put the thoughts of Prince Leo out of her head. Instead she noticed her surroundings and took note that she was alone, like she had been all her life.
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The wind howled in the treetops overhead. The sun was setting, and the darkening forest began to grow dark. A thick mist had settled over the soft grass and wove between the thin tree trunks and sparkled in the young starlight. The dark horse trotted heavily through the forest, it's jingling tack making metallic clanks that echoed through the terra. It's rider was slumped in the large saddle, her eyelids fluttering, trying to stay awake. Her body was guarded by a thick cloak, it's hood pulled up covering the maiden's golden locks. Her fair hands held the worn leather reins loosely, tired from gripping for so many days. A sheathed sword clanked against her side.
The maiden's name was Marie, though she had not heard it spoken to her in many days. It had been a week since she had fled from her home and love. Yes, she did love, but their courtship was not fit; he had an arranged marriage, breaking up their love. He was a prince, and she a simple server to him: a messenger. For a while Marie thought he really did love her, but she began to doubt when he began to avoid her after receiving the news he would be wed against his will. He had told her he didn't want to marry the princess, but Marie had run their conversation through her head, and began to wonder if he was really sorry to lose her. He had apologized from his heart, and promised to love her forever. Did he really mean that? Marie thought.
A pain tore through her heart once again, and she put the thoughts of Prince Leo out of her head. Instead she noticed her surroundings and took note that she was alone, like she had been all her life.