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Ooh, I'm loving it so far... 3nodding
Your description of Ylva is perfect, especially that about her hair. Huldrefolk is plural for Hulder, by the way.. So it would be a hulder, but one of the huldrefolk. If that makes sense..?

Sorry that I didn't reply before, but now my laptop is back and functional again.

I don't mind! smile

Ooh, I'd love to see that..
I've tried to make a few comics as well, but the stories always end up too long/stupid. xp

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Well story wise im none too good but if i maybe think up some characters and personalitys i wonder if youcould writea short story that could be comiced xD





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Don't worry about it, I know real life can be demanding. Hope you feel better soon though!

I'm slightly better now. Just need to stay on the medicine for a little longer. sweatdrop

Anyway, what kinda characters do you have in mind? Unless you want me to make something entirely original, but with a set goal in mind?

Got it, totally original.

If you don't want to create the characters, I can. Just give me a basic story outline, or a story you want me to make.

Or, tell me an outline of the characters, and I can describe them or make a profile, or somethin'. 3nodding

Why, hello, everybody!

Sorry this chapter is so late. I've been retarded and lazy busy. Yeah. >_>

Without Further Ado:

Ylva: Chapter 2


The sun has risen over this forest once again. The birds began chirping and breaking the silence as they scoured the ground for food. The flowers and tree’s began to flow with the wind, leaves floating to the ground and petals floating along and landing on the grass. A rustling of the grass could be heard a short distance away as Ida made her way farther into the forest. Today, she wore a short sleeve red hoodie, long blue jeans and a green, long sleeved undershirt. Her blue skull cap still covered her head as she trekked on.

“I hope she didn’t migrate or anything. I studied up on the Huldrefolk, but I still ain’t sure how much of it is accurate…” She sighed, lifting up her hand and counting on her fingers. “One: Never, EVER talk about their…” She quickly glanced the surrounding area, making sure Ylva wasn’t around. “… Tails. Two: There are many stories surrounding them, so there may be more than one, or she just travels quickly. Best not to ask that about her.” She had two fingers pointing out, her index and middle finger, counting the rules she went over before she went out. “Three: Most of the stories say something about them wanting to find a mate, or have children. One had a Huldre using her ugly children to replace some beautiful babies of someone else’s.”

“I haven’t even HAD children yet, Ida.” A voice exclaimed, coming from behind a tree. Ylva came out from behind it, her green eyes giving off a slightly humorous tone. “Second, I am not so bad a person as to leave a child as a replacement. That’s barbaric, at the least.” She chuckled slightly as Ida almost tripped backward from hearing Ylva. Ida quickly stood back up, looking over at Ylva. Ylva shook her head, giving off a warm smile but no longer laughing. Ida stared at her for a moment before quickly changing the subject.

“Oh, um… S-sorry about that. I should’ve known you, uh, wouldn’t have had any kids, out here, heh…” She was quite nervous, obviously from saying something she didn’t know Ylva heard. She was looking down at her feet, hoping not to upset Ylva. “So, uh, the Pocky…” Ida began, looking back up at Ylva, who was stepping closer towards her. “Did you like it? I brought some more, if you want some…” Ida bent down on her knees, opening up her backpack and pulling out a slightly larger box of regular chocolate Pocky. I’d rather not go into an entire paragraph about how awesome this stuff is, so let’s skip it and move on, alright?

Ylva’s tail perked up at the mention of Pocky, her eyes scanning the backpack as Ida reached into it. As soon as she pulled out a small box, Ylva began walking forward, intently staring at the Pocky she held. “That food you left was delicious, Ida! I never tasted something so… What was that word that one man used…” She thought for a moment, pausing her steps, trying to recall the word. “… Scrumptious?” Ylva put her hand up to her chin for a moment as she spoke, making sure she pronounced the word correctly.

“Wait…” Ida froze for a moment, analyzing, in her brain what Ylva just said. “A… A MAN came to see you?” She asked, forgetting about her Pocky for a moment. “Was it a rather short man? 5’6, a little shorter than me? Brown hair, black pupils, eats chocolate?” Her voice rapidly picked up in pace when she asked her questions, almost as if in a panicked manner. Ylva began backing up as Ida took closer steps, worried that Ida may do something rather painful. “This is EXTREMELY important, Ylva! Give me details you are sure of, even if you aren’t sure of them!...” She smacked herself on the head, realizing that was a stupid request. Thinking and actions don’t go well together for her, it seems.

“Uh… Um…” Ylva stammered for a moment, trying to gather exactly what had just happened. Ida was usually rather timid, and this sudden change in attitude was quite surprising. “It… It was a shorter man, yes. More like a boy, though, or a young adult. He did not seem strong enough or old enough to be a ‘man’ so to speak. He brought some chocolate, and gave some to me, but otherwise, he brought fruit. The brown hair and black pupils…” Ylva paused, realizing something. “If you would not mind me asking, how do you know all this?”

Ida gasped suddenly, backing away as she calmed down. She shook her head in focus, trying to recall why she came to this forest in the first place. “That man… He’s uh…” She paused, as if questioning whether she should continue. She inhaled deeply, than exhaled just as hard. “He’s my brother. He came to this forest before winter began, but when he returned, he…” She looked downward, her head hung low, trying to quickly pass by this memory. “His eyes… were gone. A huge cut, straight across his two eye sockets.” She grew silent for a moment, before continuing. “He survived, but he’s very… sad. Depressed might be a better term. I’m trying to find out how it happened, but he isn’t willing to talk…”

Ylva said nothing, only looking straight at Ida as she spoke. As Ida began winding down, Ylva flicked a small strand of hair behind her. “Your brother… I met him quite a few times. He’d come to the forest, always bringing with him food and drink to share with me. He was nice, but…” She paused, knowing she could speak no further. “Ask your brother about me.” She stated, calmly and plainly. “I do not think you want to hear the story from me, but rather from him. A victim remembers things far more clearly.”

“Victim?...” Ida asked, looking up at Ylva. “You mean… His eyes coming out were from an attack?”

“Possibly.” Ylva quickly said. The two were silent for a few moments, before Ylva decided to talk again. “I believe you should be heading home before the sun sets. I know you will be returning soon after talking with your brother.” She sounded sure of herself, which confused Ida even more. How much did Ylva know of what happened to her brother?

“Oh, that reminds me…” Ida quickly handed the Pocky to Ylva before digging back into her backpack. She pulled rather large dress, covered in plastic wrap. It was dark green, with the small bow near the neckline and the small wrapping near the waist a light green. “I brought you a dress, because, um…” Ida blushed slightly, quickly trying to regain her composure. “I, uh, can’t concentrate too well with you naked. It’s a cultural thing, you see…” She held out the dress, waiting for Ylva to take it.

As Ylva slipped the plastic wrapping off (with Ida’s help), the dress became slightly more vivid, rippling with the slight wind. She examined dress closely, going over the fabric. “Would you prefer I wear this, than?” She asked, holding the dress behind her as Ida began packing up. “It IS a beautiful dress, but I am afraid of damaging it…” Ida slid the backpack on, taking back the container of Pocky and slowly opening it up. She gave one of the small wrappers to Ylva, keeping one for herself later.

“If you wouldn’t mind…” She looked down, before walking back down the path she came from. “Don’t worry, though. The dress has a rather tough fabric, so it isn’t easy to damage. Some water from a spring will probably clean it up, too. Take care of yourself! I’ll be back soon to catch up with you on what my brother says!” She picked up her pace, rushing down the hill. Ylva stared at the dress she held in her hands, the Pocky on top and the skirt reached near the ground. She sighed, her eyes diluting slightly as she recalled her final encounter with her brother.

Melancholy will overrun this friendship.


Thoughts, Orielle?