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Didn't you read the tale
Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog?
Don't you know this tale
In which all I ever wanted I'll never have
For who could ever learn to love a beast?
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Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog?
Don't you know this tale
In which all I ever wanted I'll never have
For who could ever learn to love a beast?
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"Lotti is speaking."
"Someone else is speaking."
Possible Text to Use: From Nightwish's Beauty and the Beast:
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
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And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world
mad world
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The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world
mad world
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"Elliot is talking."
"Someone else is talking."
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
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Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
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Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
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bergamot.bayleaf.chamomile.chrysanthemum.dandelion.devilsclaw.eucalyptus.earlgray.feverwort.ginger.ginko.hawthorne.honeysuckle.jasmine.
Aɧ ӌɘʂ, ʈɧɘ ʈɘɑ, ʈɧɘ ʈɘɑ. Ҷѻυ ɱυʂʈ ɧɑvɘ ɑ cυρ ѻʄ ʈɘɑ!
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Aɧ ӌɘʂ, ʈɧɘ ʈɘɑ, ʈɧɘ ʈɘɑ. Ҷѻυ ɱυʂʈ ɧɑvɘ ɑ cυρ ѻʄ ʈɘɑ!
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Ҭɧɘ Ϣɧiʈɘ Яɑввiʈ ʅiɘʂ. Ӈiʂ ϣɑʈcɧ ϣɑʂ ɱɑɗ ʅѻng вɘʄѻrɘ I ʂɱɑʂɧɘd iʈ.
lavender.licorice.oregano.peppermint.pomegranate.rosehip.rosemary.sage.stjohnswort.thyme.teatreeoil.witchhazel.
Ҭɧɘ Ϣɧiʈɘ Яɑввiʈ ʅiɘʂ. Ӈiʂ ϣɑʈcɧ ϣɑʂ ɱɑɗ ʅѻng вɘʄѻrɘ I ʂɱɑʂɧɘd iʈ.
lavender.licorice.oregano.peppermint.pomegranate.rosehip.rosemary.sage.stjohnswort.thyme.teatreeoil.witchhazel.
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|•► Eve / Eva ◄•|
"I will find him, no matter the cost. Darius, we'll be together again."
A First Glance
I was born: Evangeline Anne Winters, but of course my surname now is Reed.
But I am famous as: My stage name was once Eve, the source of original sin, but he calls me Eva. You may call me Mrs. Reed.
On Earth For: 22 years
Aren't I talented?: The Heartbroken
I've been here for: the entirety of my life. I was born in London, and with current events being what they are I have no intentions of leaving anytime soon.
But I am famous as: My stage name was once Eve, the source of original sin, but he calls me Eva. You may call me Mrs. Reed.
On Earth For: 22 years
Aren't I talented?: The Heartbroken
I've been here for: the entirety of my life. I was born in London, and with current events being what they are I have no intentions of leaving anytime soon.
Delve A Little Deeper
Look what I can do: • Once, I was a singer, a talent. Now, my talent is in my unshakable determination. •
This is how it happened: ▪ My story is not one I tell often. It is somewhat less than acceptable, and I must admit that it is one that leaves me greatly compromised when the whispered rumors do eventually leak out. But I must inform you first and foremost that I am not ashamed with my life; I only ever did what was absolutely necessary to survive.
I was born in London, and not in a good part of London by any means. My parents were poor, and their parents had been poor, and their parents before them had been poor; our family was a family of laborers, of hard workers, of early deaths.Our way of life was by no means unique, especially not in the booming era of industrialism that has been rocking London to its core. My family consisted of my mother, father, elder brother, and me. My father was a steelworker who made his money constructing the next major factory, while my mother was one of countless women who went to work in the textile mills. My elder brother Edwin, eight years my senior, had been working in the cotton mills for three years by the time I was born. I was lucky; I was born without any complications in our home in the slums on a day in June. It was a home I spent the entirety of my childhood sharing with migrants to the cities as industry boomed. It was cramped, food was scarce, and crime was rampant; these were facts that I knew, but my earliest memories were happy ones. There was always someone to talk to while my mother and father slaved away in factories, always a tired, worn face to remember that my life was no different then any others. It was a difficult, hard world, but I took great heart as a child to know that at least I was not in it alone.
Again as I grew, I was lucky; when I turned six I caught the favor of a small but prospering baker that lived but a mile from my family's hovel. Every morning I would wake before the dawn, walk to his shop, and spend the next eight hours sweeping, memorizing orders from customers, cleaning, and completing any odd jobs he had for me around the shop. I was always paid at the end of the week, and that pay went into the family fund. With all four of us contributing, we were almost stable. Income felt steady, the future felt promising, and the four of us were happier then I could ever remembering being. Until, of course, my father discovered opium. I'd seen the men dragging themselves out of the opium dens that seemed to pop up on every corner, but I'd never dreamed that one of those men would be my father. Our funds went from being used for food to being used for father's opium runs; he would meet me at the door, take my pension from me at the end of the week, give me a single pat on the head, and disappear. He might make a reappearance by Monday morn, he might not; either way, our quality of life, which had not been too high in the first place, plummeted. Our meager rations because infinitesimal; we were eating food faster then we could afford it. And then, another blow: Edwin was killed on the job. My father's trips to the opium dens doubled, my mother's work hours tripled, and we found ourselves in limbo: we had one less mouth to feed, one less pension to depend on. And one less when sickness took my mother a year later. Our house, once full of promise, was broken.
So, when the opportunity to leave this life behind me presented itself, I took it without question. I was fourteen when I met the man that would change my life, a mister David White. He was the owner of an extremely popular gentleman's club, and when he offered me a job waiting tables I took it without hesitation. Abandoning my father to the opium dens, I threw my life into David's club, The Garden Ladies. It was clear he didn't want me to wait tables for long; I was taking customers before a month's passing. But it was a necessary evil, for my true love was the stage. To sing! It filled me with such feelings of worth, something I'd never quite felt before. David had me preforming every evening; I was his opener, his star. I had what passed for a career, and many of The Garden Ladies patrons were high society types. They showered me with gifts; I had a posh apartment, the finest clothes, and all the adoration I could require. Years passed; I was content.
And then I met him. Darius Reed.
He came in a group of other high society types; the girls were all aflutter, as they were every time gentlemen of money and status frequented our establishment. I could tell in a glance that he was not a regular to establishments such as ours. He was nervous, uneasy; I almost felt sorry for him. So when David sent me to attend to him, I did so willingly. He was so gentle with me, so polite, so kind; he was a different caliber then any of the rest of the Garden's patrons. He was a real gentleman of a sort I was not accustomed. He didn't try to tempt me with pay to stay the night with him. He made me feel so... special. He came to see me every night. He came to listen to me sing. We talked. We laughed. Before long, I didn't want to sing for any other man. I hardly wanted to be in the company of any other man. I was undeniably head over heels in love. I started turning away patrons, I stopped catering to guests. Needless to say, David was furious with me. And I couldn't blame him; girls like me had fallen in love with guys like him in the past, and historically the girls of my sort of life were cast aside without a second though. David bitterly predicted the same for me, but I didn't care. And my faith was rewarded; Darius surprised us all when he proposed.
I accepted.
It was a whirlwind, a fairytale; never before had I been so deliriously happy. There was scandal, of course; we endured brutal criticism. But we had each other, and our relationship was stronger then I ever could have believed it would be. The Reed family was not the richest family, so there was no great excess of wealth in our marriage. But it didn't matter; we were happy. We had our home, my husband had his job in a law firm and managed to somehow hold on to his reputation, and my life had made my skin a good deal thicker then the average lady of leisure; I had no trouble ignoring the scorn of other ladies of breeding. I took care of our home, and each night Darius would teach me. Letters, numbers, figures; one year into our marriage and I was reading, writing, doing most of the things that a formal education would have taught me. We were trying for a child, and once again the future looked bright.
That is, until the day of my twenty-second birthday. Darius had a surprise for me: two tickets to the circus. My childhood had not allowed for any circus visits; I was as giddy as a school girl at the prospects of seeing the show. We walked arm in arm and took our seats as the show commenced. It was fantastic, that show; it was a testament to the level of entertainment that when Darius leaned to whisper that he would return shortly, I didn't immediately move to follow him. It was some time before I realized the he had been gone far, far too long. The show ended; I waited for him. He didn't appear. An attendant informed me that I was to move along; I searched for my husband outside. He was nowhere to be found. My panic rose; I called the police. There was nothing they could do; that was the only response they gave. The implications were clear: they thought that perhaps he had chosen the distraction to leave me. But that is impossible; I knew Darius would never do such a thing.
It has been a week since I last saw Darius. Since no one will help me, I will find him myself. I am going to begin where he vanished: at the circus, at Elleborum. Make no mistake: I will find out what happened to my husband, if it is the last thing I do. ▪
I've never told them:
Darius is my husband; there will never be another.
This is how it happened: ▪ My story is not one I tell often. It is somewhat less than acceptable, and I must admit that it is one that leaves me greatly compromised when the whispered rumors do eventually leak out. But I must inform you first and foremost that I am not ashamed with my life; I only ever did what was absolutely necessary to survive.
I was born in London, and not in a good part of London by any means. My parents were poor, and their parents had been poor, and their parents before them had been poor; our family was a family of laborers, of hard workers, of early deaths.Our way of life was by no means unique, especially not in the booming era of industrialism that has been rocking London to its core. My family consisted of my mother, father, elder brother, and me. My father was a steelworker who made his money constructing the next major factory, while my mother was one of countless women who went to work in the textile mills. My elder brother Edwin, eight years my senior, had been working in the cotton mills for three years by the time I was born. I was lucky; I was born without any complications in our home in the slums on a day in June. It was a home I spent the entirety of my childhood sharing with migrants to the cities as industry boomed. It was cramped, food was scarce, and crime was rampant; these were facts that I knew, but my earliest memories were happy ones. There was always someone to talk to while my mother and father slaved away in factories, always a tired, worn face to remember that my life was no different then any others. It was a difficult, hard world, but I took great heart as a child to know that at least I was not in it alone.
Again as I grew, I was lucky; when I turned six I caught the favor of a small but prospering baker that lived but a mile from my family's hovel. Every morning I would wake before the dawn, walk to his shop, and spend the next eight hours sweeping, memorizing orders from customers, cleaning, and completing any odd jobs he had for me around the shop. I was always paid at the end of the week, and that pay went into the family fund. With all four of us contributing, we were almost stable. Income felt steady, the future felt promising, and the four of us were happier then I could ever remembering being. Until, of course, my father discovered opium. I'd seen the men dragging themselves out of the opium dens that seemed to pop up on every corner, but I'd never dreamed that one of those men would be my father. Our funds went from being used for food to being used for father's opium runs; he would meet me at the door, take my pension from me at the end of the week, give me a single pat on the head, and disappear. He might make a reappearance by Monday morn, he might not; either way, our quality of life, which had not been too high in the first place, plummeted. Our meager rations because infinitesimal; we were eating food faster then we could afford it. And then, another blow: Edwin was killed on the job. My father's trips to the opium dens doubled, my mother's work hours tripled, and we found ourselves in limbo: we had one less mouth to feed, one less pension to depend on. And one less when sickness took my mother a year later. Our house, once full of promise, was broken.
So, when the opportunity to leave this life behind me presented itself, I took it without question. I was fourteen when I met the man that would change my life, a mister David White. He was the owner of an extremely popular gentleman's club, and when he offered me a job waiting tables I took it without hesitation. Abandoning my father to the opium dens, I threw my life into David's club, The Garden Ladies. It was clear he didn't want me to wait tables for long; I was taking customers before a month's passing. But it was a necessary evil, for my true love was the stage. To sing! It filled me with such feelings of worth, something I'd never quite felt before. David had me preforming every evening; I was his opener, his star. I had what passed for a career, and many of The Garden Ladies patrons were high society types. They showered me with gifts; I had a posh apartment, the finest clothes, and all the adoration I could require. Years passed; I was content.
And then I met him. Darius Reed.
He came in a group of other high society types; the girls were all aflutter, as they were every time gentlemen of money and status frequented our establishment. I could tell in a glance that he was not a regular to establishments such as ours. He was nervous, uneasy; I almost felt sorry for him. So when David sent me to attend to him, I did so willingly. He was so gentle with me, so polite, so kind; he was a different caliber then any of the rest of the Garden's patrons. He was a real gentleman of a sort I was not accustomed. He didn't try to tempt me with pay to stay the night with him. He made me feel so... special. He came to see me every night. He came to listen to me sing. We talked. We laughed. Before long, I didn't want to sing for any other man. I hardly wanted to be in the company of any other man. I was undeniably head over heels in love. I started turning away patrons, I stopped catering to guests. Needless to say, David was furious with me. And I couldn't blame him; girls like me had fallen in love with guys like him in the past, and historically the girls of my sort of life were cast aside without a second though. David bitterly predicted the same for me, but I didn't care. And my faith was rewarded; Darius surprised us all when he proposed.
I accepted.
It was a whirlwind, a fairytale; never before had I been so deliriously happy. There was scandal, of course; we endured brutal criticism. But we had each other, and our relationship was stronger then I ever could have believed it would be. The Reed family was not the richest family, so there was no great excess of wealth in our marriage. But it didn't matter; we were happy. We had our home, my husband had his job in a law firm and managed to somehow hold on to his reputation, and my life had made my skin a good deal thicker then the average lady of leisure; I had no trouble ignoring the scorn of other ladies of breeding. I took care of our home, and each night Darius would teach me. Letters, numbers, figures; one year into our marriage and I was reading, writing, doing most of the things that a formal education would have taught me. We were trying for a child, and once again the future looked bright.
That is, until the day of my twenty-second birthday. Darius had a surprise for me: two tickets to the circus. My childhood had not allowed for any circus visits; I was as giddy as a school girl at the prospects of seeing the show. We walked arm in arm and took our seats as the show commenced. It was fantastic, that show; it was a testament to the level of entertainment that when Darius leaned to whisper that he would return shortly, I didn't immediately move to follow him. It was some time before I realized the he had been gone far, far too long. The show ended; I waited for him. He didn't appear. An attendant informed me that I was to move along; I searched for my husband outside. He was nowhere to be found. My panic rose; I called the police. There was nothing they could do; that was the only response they gave. The implications were clear: they thought that perhaps he had chosen the distraction to leave me. But that is impossible; I knew Darius would never do such a thing.
It has been a week since I last saw Darius. Since no one will help me, I will find him myself. I am going to begin where he vanished: at the circus, at Elleborum. Make no mistake: I will find out what happened to my husband, if it is the last thing I do. ▪
I've never told them:
Darius is my husband; there will never be another.
The Leftovers
The mirror says: The mirror only ever tells but half of any story...
My costume: He loved how I looked in Blue ;;; So I wear this when I go out
My real master: Lady March Hare
I would kill to hear: On Earth As in Heaven
My costume: He loved how I looked in Blue ;;; So I wear this when I go out
My real master: Lady March Hare
I would kill to hear: On Earth As in Heaven
Lady March Hare
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fevrejo eb erob rbbp rth rh tr jtr jy kyt jsnt bt bvt rwn tjym tu m nyb rbt rtbtbtr bgt b gn rtn tr bt b trnh tr jy j tyjn b dtsh tyj bt rtvh r fgb gf bgfn gf nh mgh m fgm sfghm hn bg bgs ngfnbgfvgvhdjdydjby gn gfn h nty ntjntbvrg hbfvjb j h nbj u fj vg bhng j gj gn bgbjn"This is the color Eva uses when she's speaking aloud."
This is the color Eva uses when she's thinking.
"This is the color other people use to speak with."
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"You cannot possibly be serious."The room was quiet, so silent that one could clearly hear the clopping of horses hooves against cobblestone streets and the rattling of wooden wheels that passed by outside. The woman's utterances seemed almost to echo in the dingy waiting room of the London police station, the dirty wallpaper soaking up her words and the lights casting a yellowed glow on the room's occupants. Three of these occupants, men in their late forties wearing identical policemen bobby uniforms, shared a wry look over the intruder's blonde head. Had this been her first time entering the station to file a complaint, the three might have been a little more discrete in their dismissal of the woman's obviously disbelieving irritation. Or perhaps her second time, or maybe even her third. Forth would have been pushing it, but they would have forced themselves to maintain proper decorum around a lady of... 'status'. But it was not the first time the woman in blue had barged into their station. Nor was it the second, third, or even forth time. It was the seventh time the woman had come to them and demanded their assistance, one for each day that he had supposedly been missing.
"Mrs. Reed." the policeman the furthest to the left began in a tone of extreme detriment. He was the senior officer, long married and a proud father; he felt himself the most qualified by experience to deal with an unreasonable woman. "If I've explained it to you once, I've explained it to you a thousand times. There is absolutely nothing we can do to assist you with this particular problem. The fact that Mr. Reed has apparently disappeared is indeed worrisome, but a man of his age and background is allowed to go wherever he wants whenever the mood to do so strikes him. Surely you aren't denying such a fact."
"I am not." Evangeline Reed said through gritted teeth, doing her best to keep her temper.
"Well, then, Mrs. Reed." the policeman continued, encouraged by her agreement. "If it is true that a man may go wherever he wants whenever he wants, then every time a man takes a mind to go off on his own, it can't possibly be a crime if he does it of his own free will. If it is not a crime, then it is not under the jurisdiction of the police. Now, we'll go through this again. Did your husband have any enemies?"
"No, not a one." Evangeline murmured. "Of the two of us, I am the one people tend to detest. But even so, those that dislike me generally do so because they so dearly adore him."
"I see." the policeman said with a hint of laughter in his tone. Evangeline's eyes snapped up just in time to catch smiles being hidden behind hands; she pressed her lips tightly together in irritation. In general, the blonde was used to such receptions, but she was finding that she had little to no patience from a sort of thing from people she desperately needed to take her seriously. "Well, then, before his disappearance, did Mr. Reed give any implication that he was in trouble of any sort?"
"He did not. He was as cheerful and calm as he normally was. There was absolutely no indication that he was in trouble at all."
"And did you, at any point, fear for your husband's safety before he disappeared?"
"No." Evangeline answered simply.
"Aha!" the man finished, stabbing a finger towards the sky as if to proclaim his conclusion to God Himself. "Then, Mrs. Reed, I can only conclude that you are simply overreacting. Your husband is probably just off on a jaunt; men are the sort that need freedom and liberation from their women sometimes. Don't worry your little head. I am sure your husband will be returning to you as soon as the roam is out of his system."
"The roam." she repeated scornfully. "Sir, it is obvious that you know nothing of my husband. I have told you before, and I will tell you again: my husband would never disappear in the way that you are implying. It is not in his nature; he would never be that inconsiderate. There was nothing out of the ordinary that day. He said he would return to me, and he would never even consider doing otherwise. The fact that you seem to certain is an insult to his character. I will not allow for such a thing. This will be my last time bothering you with my concerns." she paused, then couldn't seem to help continuing bitterly, against her better judgment. "And, I must say, your stubborn insistence that I am simply overreacting is downright insulting. I came to you because I have heard the rumors, sir. People have been disappearing, have been showing up in the streets murdered! How can you pretend that any disappearance could not be related!"
"Mrs. Reed, do you happen to have any proof that your husband has come to the same fate as those associated with these idle rumors?"
"No, I do not. I also haven't the slightest idea as to what would qualify as 'evidence' that would satisfy you. But I can see that if you are referring to them as idle rumors, that you and I have nothing more to say to one another." Eva said, shifting to place her hat firmly atop her head. "Good day, sirs."
Giving the three men no time to respond, Mrs. Evangeline Reed turned on her heel and did her best to move from the room at a stately glide instead of the furious stomp instinct urged her to adapt. She let loose a sigh of irritation only after the door slammed shut behind her. Evangeline made directly for a black carriage that waited for her, the attendant moving quickly to open the door for her. It was a cab, and Eva nodded her head in thanks and lifted her skirts as she clamored inside the transportation unit. Settling her skirts about her, she leaned back against the uncomfortable wooden seat and rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to sort out her thoughts.
"Ma'am?" the cabby spoke up, looking at her curiously. "Got a mind as to where ya want to go next?"
For a long moment she was silent, and then she nodded. She reached to fiddle about, then pulled forth a small fold of paper, passing it to the cabby. The man took the paper with a tip of his hat and flicked the piece of paper open, his dark eyes dropping to scan the address scrawled upon it in an elegant male hand. He grinned, then nodded and moved the close the carriage door.
"I know the place, mum." he said with confidence, raising the volume of his voice as the door thudded into place and vaulting to his raised wooden seat behind the horses. "We'll be there in a whistle. After all, it's a fabulous day for the circus!"
Evangeline made no effort to answer the man; her lips quirked into a wry smile as she looked out the window at the gray city streets that passed by when the horses started a stable trot and brought the carriage to motion. A splash of color caught her attention, as she focused on it before it flitted past. Ah, it was a poster for the circus where it had all started, a poster for Elleborum. Elleborum; it had sounded so exotic, so exciting, such a wonderful locale to spend one's birthday. Elleborum. The name now held some sense of malice to her. The disappearances, the murders, the circus; rumors whispered that they were all related. Reliable sources breathed that the local police were focusing in on the gaggle of talented freaks. Of course, these suspicious persons were higher ranking officers then the ones that had always seemed waiting for her when she paid her daily visits to the police station; she had tried in vain to surpass them and speak to someone who would listen. But that could take an age, and Eva didn't have an age to wait; her beloved husband, Darius, was out there somewhere. She did not have time for red tape or class snobbery or the slow, steady pace of the law and those that upheld it. Rumors pointed blame to the circus; at the circus was where she had last seen Darius Reed; it seemed as good a place as any to begin her search.
If the police would not help her, well; then she'd just have to help herself.
The carriage jolted to a halt as bells tolled in the distance and Eva got quickly to her feet as the cabby tugged the door open for her. Her eyes instantly skipped past him to the circus in the distance. Color, whimsy, intrigue; it was the same as it had been seven days before.
"The circus, mum." the cabby said, tweaking the brim of his cap. "'Fraid I can't get you much closer, mum; this is as far as they'll let us take carriages, you know."
"I know." she murmured as she stepped down from the carriage, keeping her eyes on the circus. She paused only to press the cabby's fare into his palm. "Thank you."
"Pleasure." the man replied before moving back to his seat. "Have fun at the circus, ma'am!"
She didn't respond, lifting the hem of her skirt carefully about her ankles as she stepped up to the walkway that lead to the circus. Hardly acknowledging the sound of the carriage moving away behind her, the woman rubbed her arms against the chill in the air, shooting a disproving look to the clouds hovering overhead as she picked her way towards Elleborum. Unsure if the circus was even open at this time of the morning, the blonde kept her pace steady, determined that an eighth day would not pass with her ignorant to the fate of her husband.
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{ Evalette Anne Richards }
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[∂] --- September // 12
[∂] --- I chase after the boys
[∂] --- 5"5'/110
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[∂] --- A Bird Came Flying // annevanschothorst
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- ° Fall is when the forest becomes its most colorful, its most beautiful...
° Birds are quite possibly my favorite creatures; I love to hear their singing, to watch their turning about in the sky...
° The smell of herbs is such a comforting odor...
° The Woods are a place of comfort to me. I can't seem to bring myself to stay away...
° Exploration is something not many of my peers indulge in, but since I am somewhat isolated and free of social engagements, I indulge often.
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- ° Large crowds make me uncomfortable; I can feel them watching me...
° My 'father' has never laid a hand on me, but the scorn and hatred he has towards me, though somewhat justified, burns deep.
° My real father is a coward at best, a scoundrel at worst.
° Muddy streets make traveling on foot so difficult that I am occasionally forced to stay indoors.
° Discrimination is an irritating part of life. Fearing a thing for irrational, predetermined reasons is something I greatly dislike.
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- ° My mother is my greatest weakness. Maintaining her sanity and whatever scraps of dignity she has left has often swayed my hand, be it through love, pity, or some sense of obligation.
° Locked doors send me into something of a panic; the idea that a barrier could prevent me from escape to the safety of the outdoors fills me with horror. It is a constant battle between my 'father' and I; he locks the doors, and I scramble to unlock them.
° Failure is one of my greatest fears. To justify those whispers, to make true the scorn directed towards me, to actually feel as worthless as they say I am... it brings a shudder to me, just thinking about it.
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Perhaps it is no surprise, but I am often the sort that prefers my own company above any other's. I am not one to often mix and mingle with the people of Vöröses; I only mix with others when I must, such as when I am accompanying Agatha to the homes of the sick, homes I am often not allowed to enter anyway. This may give one the impression that I am rather listless, and one may be right; my attentions are often not on the people around me, but wrapped up in herbal combinations or some newly discovered woodland trail. As a result I am quiet and rarely connect well with people.
Intuitive
Perhaps it is because I have spent so much of my life watching people instead of speaking with them, but I have become rather capable of reading people and situations. It is usually easy for me to tell with a glance whether people are frightened, or sad, or in love and attempting to hide it. People seem easy to read. Of course, there are those who I have difficulty understanding, but those are few and hard between. For example, I can always tell when my father has had a bad hunt as opposed to having heard more whispers about my mother. When I catch someone watching me, I can usually diving rather quickly whether they feel scorn towards me, or are simply confused as to why I am outside their home or shop.
Resolved
I have been raised to lower my head in shame, to avoid eye contact with others, to speak as little as possible so as not to draw attention to myself. And I do these things out of habit. However, I feel no shame about myself; were you to make the effort to meet my eyes, you would see my resolve. I am who I am; my circumstances have made me quiet but strong, set in ways that I have constructed to best live the hand I have been dealt.
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- It was a cold day, the day I was born. Unusually cold for September. According to my mother, it was a day that reflected her shame, a shame that had nothing and everything to do with me. My father -- or, rather, the man to whom my mother is married and the man from whom we pretend I hail -- says that such feelings are paranoid and superstitious, which is quite a feat to achieve, coming from him. That man is a tanner, his wife a woman of the home and nothing more. She was from a family of money and merit; he was not. I've often heard tell that this is why he did it, why he did not abandon my mother in disgust and shame when I was born. After all, my mother began to show signs of my conception some time after her husband left for an extended hunting trip, drawing obvious attention to the fact that she was having an affair. With whom? She would not say, and my father, whoever he is, has made no effort to identify himself. Perhaps this is because he is married, a cleric, a traveler who no longer dwells in the village of Vöröses; no matter the reason, I do not know him. My mother refuses to divulge his identity, and my 'father' responds with temper and fury should the conversation ever drift towards the subject.
My childhood was somewhat difficult. For years after my birth there was such shame centering on me that I was rarely allowed out to mingle with the townsfolk. When I did, it was with my mother and my mother alone, her hand wrapped tightly around mine and her head ducked low. Whispers, there were always whispers when the two of us went out. It was rare that anyone actually confronted me about my b*****d heritage, but when I was confronted, I was cut deeply with condescending words. As a child, I always wanted my mother to hold up her head, to defend me and herself, but I don't think life up to that point had given her the strength. Slowly, painfully, my objections to the sting of social disapproval became muted. I kept my head down, made no attempt at eye contact, let the rumors wash over me just as my mother did. It was only when I was alone that I could relax and, with our home being along the edge of the village for my 'father's' convenience, I spent much of my childhood joviality flitting amidst the trees of the neighboring forest. It was here that I first learned the significance of the red cloak. I had seen them go into the forest, those girls and the High Priestess, a month previously; I had nearly forgotten they existed when they emerged again, filing past me in the shadows of the forest. I don't know why they intrigued me so, why they distracted me from the flowers that I had been so intent upon seconds before, but I followed them back into the village. For once, when I walked among the villagers, there was something that they looked upon with more abhorrence. A cloak. A red, red cloak. At the time, it meant nothing to me. Even when I learned the reason, the significance of it all, it meant nothing to me; I was so far removed from the village that I hardly considered myself a part of it. What could that red cloak ever have to do with me?
Strangely enough, after I first saw that red cloak, my life showed signs of taking a turn for the better. My mother's family refused to acknowledge me and would offer no money for my dowry, making my marriage unlikely; my father's tanning work was difficult and not the sort of work for a woman, even if my 'father' were of a mind to teach me any of his trade, which he was not, or include me in his legacy, of which he was especially not inclined. My prospects looked bleak. But then, to my surprise, I was offered a job at age twelve; a local herbalist I had occasionally happened upon in the forest offered to take me under her wing and teach me her trade. Her name was Agatha, and she had taken notice of how well I knew the surrounding forest; I knew the location of every fallen log, every creek, every sprig of witch hazel and smelly grove of cohosh. In exchange for teachings on how to distinguish herbs from herbs and herbs from weeds, I would forage out in the forest and bring whatever herbs the woman needed to her shop. She would pay me a small salary, or in medicines when I or my family became ill. Eventually she began to invite me inside, to teach me the proper ways of washing and hanging herbs, showing me the proper consistency to which medicines must be ground. She didn't treat me with scorn; several times, I almost felt as if she was proud of my progress and, encouraged, I learned quickly. As the years passed I embellished my knowledge of the healing powers of herbs, relishing in being out of the house and in the power that came from knowing how to do something constructive with one's time. Eventually Agatha even grudgingly came to speak of taking me on as a real, openly acknowledge apprentice, of my prospects of one day moving on to study at the knee of even more knowledgeable herbalists and healers. Perhaps one day, she said, I would be worthy enough to come under the review of the High Priestess herself. My future, once so bleak and filled with shame, was actually looking like it could become something of merit! My excitement was overwhelming.
And then, September 11th gave way to September 12th: I turned eighteen. And everything changed.
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- Possible Text to Use: From Nightwish's Beauty and the Beast:
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"This is the color Evalette uses to talk with. It's also called darkcyan."
'This is the emphasis color, used for Eva's thoughts, emphasis in the text, and OOC memos'
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- It was relatively quiet in the tiny kitchen. In the corner a fire crackled merrily, its golden light casting a strange haze about the interior of the tiny abode on the edge of the village. Its warmth permeated the kitchen in all but the furthest corners of the room, bravely battling the gusts of frigid wind that leaked in through cracks under doors and around windowpanes. It was such a valiant effort that the girl who stood at the table chopping stunted carrots into roughly symmetrical shapes was almost able to forget the steadily falling snow outside. It was the first snow of the season, and the world outside that window was achingly beautiful, but the young woman kept her eyes lowered and her focus on the preparation of food. The aged knife in her hand kept rhythmic time as she made short work of the vegetables that had been laid out by her mother. After moments of furious chopping she scanned her finished work with a critical eye; she supposed it was done well enough for the stew they had planned for the day. It was the start of the winter season, the start of the season of rationing.
"Evalette."
The utterance of her name made the young woman pause, finally tearing her eyes away from the vegetables and redirecting them to the woman who moved to stand at her side. The years and trying choices she had made had taken a toll on the once beautiful face of Evalette's mother, the deep wrinkles around her eye and spanning across her face somewhat marring the similarities between the two. Only her eyes stood as twin, twin orbs of sleet gray that were, at the moment, filled with barely veiled anxiety. The older woman forced a smile in an attempt to exude calm and control, taking a long moment to study the face of her only daughter. Evalette kept her eyes directed away from her mother; she did not have to look at the older woman to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. Her mother's anxiety was tangible, practically crackling around her in the air. Evalette was nowhere near as shaken, but only because until very recently she had been completely ignorant of the fact that her eighteenth year would undergo the same trial of any other girl's in the village of Vöröses. The blonde had been so detached, so jaded, so lost in her own Fae world; it left her feeling somewhat dreamlike that she had been so roughly reminded of her place in the world. Women who turned eighteen had to undergo evaluations, and one of them would be selected for the wolf. The Wolf. As if thinking the same vein of thought, Evalette's mother gave a small shudder and reached forward on impulse, busying herself with gathering the vegetables into her apron.
"You've been here the whole time." the was a slight tremor in the woman's voice, a forced attempt at casual. It was a tone Evalette had grown accustomed to in the weeks since her eighteenth birthday, and she stayed silent as she waited for her mother to come to a point. "I thought that you would have spent the morning in reflection. I thought that, perhaps, you had decided to disappear into the woods for the day, just like you were when you were a child..."
"It's too cold for me to wander off into the woods by myself, mother." Evalette stopped her gently.
"Or, perhaps," her mother continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Perhaps you were of a mind to go visit your father at the tannery. To sooth his fears with words of comfort."
"If my 'father' had any fears that needed to be eased, I would think that today, of all days, that he would stay home instead of going to a shop that will receive no business. Not today, at least." Evalette murmured, her tone flat. Her mother visibly flinched and Evalette shot her an apologetic glance before moving to crouch beside the fire, watching the water in the pot above it come to a boil as she mentally berated herself. The two Richards women knew with equal certainty the scorn they would be faced with were they to approach the man who answered to both father and husband for comfort on this particular day. There had been no need to allude to it aloud. The young woman sighed and sprinkled an array of herbs and spices into what would become a stew, the scent immediately curling comfort around her.
"Your father..." her mother trailed off, cleared her throat slightly, and continued with soft, forced certainty. "Your father is deeply troubled about the events that will occur today. Were you to be... to be chosen..." her voice broke slightly and Evalette's head snapped around to stare at her. "Were you to be chosen, he would greatly regret it!"
Her mother spoke with such feeling, such trembling conviction, that Evalette soothed her urges to object to such a conclusion. Because she felt with complete conviction that it was wrong, but to look at her mother, so frightened, so tense, so desperate to cling to some form of human decency in the face of animal cruelty, Evalette found that her words were silenced once again.
"Maybe." she murmured as she straightened, brushing her palms clean. "There, that should sustain you for today, at least. A month without any help for you here... will you manage?"
"Of course!" her mother was quick to assure her. "But Evalette, don't worry yourself with us. You'll have to look after yourself first."
"I will." Evalette promised simply. Another long second of silence reigned before she spoke again. "It's time, isn't it?"
Her mother hesitated, then gave a muted nod.
There was nothing more to say.
The two women were silent as they readied a small satchel with loaves of bread and a precious chunk of cheese; Evalette was not sure what the rules were on these little jaunts when it came to previsions, but the packing of this small amount did something to calm the nerves that were slowly but surely breaking through her numb shock. At last there was nothing less to do; her mother's hand tightened around hers for the first time in years, that same familiar tremble clear through simple touch. There was no waiting for the father and husband, the two women pulled their dark cloaks around themselves to fend off the frigid cold before ducking out into the falling snow. The freshly fallen crystals crunched under their feet, providing the only soundtrack for their steady trek to the meeting point within the village. People were milling about, waiting; the air was already beginning to be charged with anxiety and sorrow. As Evalette and her mother cut carefully through the crowds the younger could feel the familiar burn of eyes studying her form; she dropped her eyes to the ground, watching her footsteps with the stubborn determination that seemed to have been bread into her. Her mother kept her steps deliberately slow, but it was far too soon that they reached the square where the High Priestess, the Grandmother, waited. They were out of time.
The two did not burst into tears, entwine their arms around one another in desperation, or speak further about missing one another, or being careful. Too often had the two in the past been in positions where their true feelings were forced into their least noticeable forms, words spoken with glances and minute gestures. As it was, Evalette lifted her eyes to her mother's for a fraction of a second before leaning forward to kiss the woman on the cheek, slipping her hand gently free from her mother's.
"I'll return within a month, mother."
The woman's trembling grew exponentially, and Evalette felt a stiff pang in her chest as she turned away. Leaving that poor woman alone in the snow was excruciating, something she had thought she'd never do as a child. Now, it was necessary. So Evalette did her best to keep her chin high and hesitated only to take a deep breath before edging forward. Everyone knew the Grandmother, so it was towards her that Evalette stepped, glancing around uneasily. Was she the first to arrive? Fighting back the urge to shift uncomfortably, she paused before the prestigious woman and dipped her head in a bow.
"Greetings, High Priestess..." she started, but stopped herself. Really, what else was there to say?
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- Murmurs from the crowd continued, and Evalette lifted her eyes only enough to swiftly scan the Grandmother's face. Agatha spoke in glowing tones of this woman, but Evalette had never been this close to her before. She seemed kindhearted enough, but something about her left the young woman feeling uneasy. She shook it off as best she could; she was nervous about the day, something that was bound to happen as the muted disbelief that had left her floating wore off in the face of the reality of the situation. She edged closer to the woman in red before pausing, shooting a glance back at her mother. Though she would never say it aloud, Evalette wished her mother would leave. To watch her wringing her hands in that crowd that granted her no comfort of friendship made her uncomfortable; at least if the older woman was at home, there would be privacy for her to be as emotional as she wished. Steeling herself, Evalette pulled her cape tighter around her form and looked back to the Grandmother.
"Only three..." she repeated in a murmurer. She was unsure whether to be grateful, or even more frightened at the finality of such a statement.
There was a commotion in the crowd, the anguished cries of a father; Evalette's eyes snapped up and to the anguished father and the girl he called Aria. The man's actions drew her attention the strongest; that love, that open proclamation of feeling; it was practically enviable. Her eyes moved to the girl that was joining her before the High Priestess, studying her closely. She donned such a shimmering costume which caught even in the grim light that filtered in through the clouds overhead. Evalette glanced about; was she a performer of some sort? A gypsy? Evalette didn't know her face, but that was not unusual; her attentions were often more occupied with the cobblestones then the people she passed on the street. The whispers rose again and the young woman followed the shift in attention again, taking in the third and final member of their fated group. She was slightly surprised to see that she did know this dark haired young woman, by sight if not by name. Evalette's mother frequented her father's shop, and occasionally she would accompany her and help her cart back wares. The young woman identified as Amelia joined their group with a stiff bow, her discontent with the situation and the woman before them tangible. But there was little extra time to attempt to discretely study her fellow eighteen year olds, for the Grandmother began to speak. In the past, Evalette had made no effort to listen to ceremonies, partially because she rarely realized they were going on, and partially because she assumed they had nothing to do with her. But this was important, and rubbing her forearms under her cloak she raised her eyes to the older woman, listening in silence.
'...Make no attempts to flee..."
These words stood out to Evalette; it felt like the implication of a trap closing around them was strong. It felt particularly cold in that moment, and the young woman forced herself to concentrate on the Grandmother. At the mention of the legacy of the wolf, she felt a sudden wistfulness; she should have pestered her mother with questions about her own eighteenth year, leeched from her as many details as possible so as best to prepare for the month ahead. But she had hesitated as she always hesitated; now it was too late. The Grandmother gave an order to speak name, parent's name, and age, and she felt a sudden, uneasy jolt go through her at the realization that she would actually have to talk in front of that crowd, to draw their attention directly to her. It filled her with almost more anxiety then the coming trek into the snowy woods. There was an expectant silence and she took a deep breath, speaking up in a quiet but steady voice.
"My name..." She could feel them watching her, and she faltered a second before continuing grimly. "My name is Evalette Anne Richards. My... father is Andrew Richards, and my mother is Evelyn Richards. I am eighteen."
There was a dissenting murmur, something that could have been a scoff, but they faded quickly. Evalette didn't glance towards the crowd; she dropped her eyes back to the snowy ground and fell silent again.
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[∂] --- Male
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[∂] --- March // 20
[∂] --- i chase after the girls
[∂] --- 6'0" / 187 lbs
[∂] --- hazel
[∂] --- title // artist
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- ° Women; what can I say, time is better spent in their company.
° Rough seas force me to use my wits and think on my feet; I love the challenge it presents
° Travel and the ability to see and experience new things fills me with excitement. There's a great big world out there, and I want to see all of it.
° Adventure is my bread and butter; if there is a hint of it in even mundane activities, it draws me like a magnet.
° Challenges; there's just something about accomplishing things that are said to be impossible that makes life worth living.
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- ° Consequences are a constant threat; taking responsibility for my actions is all well and good until it gets you disowned and disinherited.
° Vegetables are my least favorite sorts of foods. No particular reason; they just are.
° Marriage is a solid institution with its benefits, but it isn't something I'm overeager to engage in at the moment.
° Having nothing to do rarely happens, but when it does, I go a bit stir-crazy. I need things to keep my mind occupied.
° Business meetings aren't very interesting; anything that can be said in a stuffy back office should be said casually on the bridge of a shipping vessel.
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- ° My arrogance is one of my biggest weaknesses. So often am I focused on my goal and completely confident that I can accomplish it that I am blinded to all else. As a result I make mistakes, stupid mistakes which I can only recognize in retrospect.
° Fire is my secret fear. I saw a ship struck by lightening once; it caught fire so quickly that there was no time to save the ship's crew. Whenever I am around flames larger then that needed for the average torch, I watch it warily, fully expecting for it to catch and grow at any second.
° Women; giving my affinity for them, I suppose it's no surprise that they're a major weakness of mine. One that has gotten me into almost as many scrapes as my arrogance. I can't ignore a woman's plea, jump into things without question, and do it cheerfully and without hesitation. Foolish, I know; I simply can't help it.
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- Impulsive
It is said that I am not a person that thinks overmuch about any action before I do it, and that is absolutely correct. I act on impulse; the first thing that comes to mind, I do. I don't believe in holding back thoughts and actions; if you feel it, you should do it. Sure, this has gotten me into a fair amount of trouble in my time, but it helps me live my life without regrets of what I wanted to do but didn't.
Courageous
I thrive in situations that are perilous in any way; the stronger the possibility of death or the more hurtles presented to breach, the more it excited me. I love the preparation that goes into readying oneself for such an event and the feeling of exalted victory that overwhelms me when I manage to come through unscathed. It's the adrenaline rush and I thrive off of it; as a result, I move towards danger instead of away from it.
Self-Assured
I'm not a bad fellow; I may sound like one, but I'm not. Actually, my problem is that I'm just extremely self-assured. Consequences don't hold much sway over me, because I'm positive I'll get away with it, whatever it is. This confidence usually serves me well in business, in trade, when commanding a ship or when interacting with women. Of course, my self-assurance also tends to get me in trouble; I'm so confident that all will be well that I rarely bother planning for if and when things to go wrong.
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- My story begins in a village far to the south, a flourishing port where the weather is warm and the woods at our backs have been conquered. My family is wealthy and prosperous; my father is the owner of several ships that frequent the trade routes, the pride of the business a schooner christened The Last Horizon. So prosperous was he in his trade that though he was born of no particular status, he was allowed to court and take the hand of my mother, the daughter of the mayor of our town. I am the first of four children; two younger sisters who we hope will marry well, and a younger brother, who is barely big enough to reach a helm, never-mind command it. We are a happy family, and the moments of my childhood that were difficult were few and far between. As a young child my time was divided between lessons at the knee of my mother and her brother, a man of great learning, and going out on the water in a small dinghy, exploring the coast with my childhood friends. I was given everything I could have possibly desired; our family was giddy with wealth, success, and prestige. It was a happy time as a child, and my thoughts for the future were positive. As young as four I knew my future: I was going to grow up, take dangerously exciting vessels into eyes of storms in battles against nature to deliver goods as promised, conquer distances and see foreign lands and, when I grew old and weary of the road, I would settle down with a woman of good name and fortune and assume my father's role in the business, continuing the family business with honor. My family mostly approved of my plans.
My youthful years passed on my whims; I frequently went out to sea, both alone and as part of my father's hired crews. In between voyages I would explore the woods available to me, hunting and tracking and, when that proved to be less capable of holding my attention then expected, my thoughts turned to a different sort of adventure. Women, I was quick to find, could be just as dangerous as any wayward swell or wounded beast; I often speculate that it is this edge of potential peril that encouraged me to chase women of ill repute as I did. It came to a point that I was rarely spending any time at home; my time was dividing itself between ships and taverns, between pouring over maps in search of undiscovered islands and mastering the complexities of unbuttoning a woman's blouse. It was a good way to live life; I enjoyed each day fully, living without any particular worries about the future. And I hardly spared a thought towards my parents, or what they could possibly think about my voracious lifestyle. In retrospect, it might have been a good thing to keep tabs on, seeing as my mother and father were keeping a very close eye on me. They objected to my casual way of living; I knew that well enough. Whenever I would stop by to see them, they would say as much. I waved it off with a laugh, sure that they were just talking to make themselves feel more parental. After all, they did nothing to stop me; their threats were empty, hollow ones, and any transgression I committed seemed forgiven quickly enough.
It was then that I made my mistake, a mistake that went by the name of Marie. Marie was a beautiful creature, but she was married. Not only was she married, but she was married to a Mister Glyfford, my father's partner in the shipping business and the single largest contributor of funds to my father's early seafaring endeavors. I have never been good with discretion and apparently neither was she; it was days after our tryst that Mr. Glyfford was slamming open the door to my father's office, face red and trembling with rage. He was so enraged that not only did he challenge me to something of a duel, but he withdrew from the business, leaving my father to shoulder the burden of his shipping empire. After easily sidestepping the challenges from Glyfford, who was always ill of health, I offered to step up and assist my father in lieu of a partnership. To my infinite surprise, my father refused me. He was furious, berating me for the first time in my life. He said that I had shamed myself, had shamed the name of Thornton, had shamed the company. As far as he was concerned, I was disowned. I was stunned. Disowned? Surely that was too harsh! I knew I had acted irresponsibly; I hadn't been thinking; I acted before I even had the time to think. It was a personality flaw that I was used to taking responsibility for, but this abrupt loss of the future I had been so sure awaited me was unacceptable. Determined to win my way back into his good graces, I pleaded with my father to give me a chance to redeem myself; it was after time and with extreme reluctance that my father finally agreed.
His condition was a strange one. In a village far to the North, a village called Vöröses, there was a legend that the people took as truth, that of a Wolf that demanded sacrifices. This sacrifice is a woman a year; failure to fulfill the sacrifice results in the supposed slaughter of the village's children. I'd heard of the village of Vöröses and its macabre superstitions, everyone had; so when my father grimly ordered me to travel to the village and figure out the plight of the people and the truth of the Wolf that caused it, I was surprised. Surely my father didn't believe such superstitious nonsense! He gave me no firm reason as to why this was his condition, and something in his eyes told me not to ask. So I didn't. Instead I packed and prepared, determined to find the reasoning behind the village's mythology and return to living my life in the way I saw fit.
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