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 Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2005 4:45 pm
Journal entry for Amiliane
My Mars has grown! That must be good, right? Oddly, I think I liked her more when she was younger. Yes, she had her own personality but now... it's explosive! The only good thing I can see is that she is learning to do not just whine. She has even searched down a teacher for her fighting arts. And she's waiting for an older cervitaur named Cheveyo to take her to his tribe. Hopefully she'll learn about her mother there... after ofcourse I tell her what I know. I must do that very soon. Or forever live in guilt.
~Ami~
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2005 5:17 pm
Marcella's Jounal
Amiliane, my human mother gave me this book so I can update anything I want in here. She used the word quests at me to force the writting. Of course I would have taken it to write down my glorious quests in.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 4:08 pm
Sword questy thingy here!
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 4:10 pm
Amiliane's Entry
Woah, Marcella had been gone for weeks. She said something about training with Ceryn and something about finding her father. Yes, that does mean I told her about both her parents. I don't know yet if she saw or talked with him but I do know that when she returned she came back home very different. Her hair looks much the same, as does her coat... but wow, she looks beautiful and is even more annoying. Also somehow she has a sword. A rather big, large, ans very sharp sword. When I looked up the type in one of my numerous books I found out that it is a Scottish Highland Claymore. Which goes along so well with the badge on her flank.
Back to her personality though, she is now demanding and very strong willed. She would be am amazing fighting chief for anyone to follow. She can and does think like a general, but unless you are speaking of fighting and battles to her, she will regaurd you like a bug. Okay, perhaps not that harsh... but then she may only just treat me like that. Oh well. Thats what I get for raising her like I did.
~Ami~
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 4:17 pm
Mars's Entry
Yes, of course I forget about this book. But today I went searching for it. I need to get thoughts out of my head! I've been soon confused. See, now that I've became a teen I've had different feelings for certain taurs. I even felt jelous that Ceryn has a potential Mate! Me jelous over that? Now if it was her getting a new and bigger sword then Mine.... Yes then I'd see how I would become jelous and upset, but over a cevirtaur who's nickname is Dai? No, I just don't get how I could feel this way. Sadly, thats not even the worst thing. I've... I had came across Cheveyo lately... Yikes, when I saw him my heart fluttered. But Darrin, the pain-in-the-rear lion taur said something about Chevy being... well not interested in females. I wanted to rage at just that idea! Sure there are some interesting males bounding about, but how could Chevy want one of them over me? And why am I caring so much? Damn! I really just need to meet more taurs, there has to be another one out there that will take my mind off of this one. Maybe... hopefully? Or atleast some of the current child taurs will grow into something wonderful and will be interested in me?
Thats it, I'm off to slash up something.
-Marcella-
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 12:53 pm
Marcella's Entry
One does wonder how long it will be until my head explodes. I can't wonder about that since it might speed up the process. When I was teasing Darrin about those damn love bugs I never did think any of it was true. But maybe it is? Yeah, That's it. I was bitten by a poisonous love-bug and that's why I can not think of anything other then the kiss I gave Chev... and how much fun it would have been to... give him more. But No! That's not even all that is terrorizing my mind. It's although thoughts of him kissing other... and then me tromping down upon them. Once in a dream he kissed a male centaur with amazing silver hair... I didn't trample him down - no I asked to get a kiss myself! Does this mean something? I think as a cervitaur I shouldn't be allowed to dream. Ever! No, I need to stick to protecting something or someone. I shouldn't want to explore Cheveyo more then I already have. I shouldn't feel the need to touch, pet, kiss... Gah I shouldn't think about thinking such things. I need to go for a run... NOT A CHASE!
See, there. I'm loosing my mind - I can't even get the thought of his long legs out of my mind. Why do I have to become obsessed with things I enjoy? It's the same with my sword and fighting. I have to become top! I have to gain respect. It's bad enough with those obsessions, but to obsessed over a taur?
~Marcella~
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 2:23 pm
Marcella's Entry
Yesterday I stopped a human woman from choking her son. I... I was furious that any creature would hit their own child. I rather became enraged and threw the women to the ground while picking up the child. Apparently what I did was wrong and so now I'm kicked out of the village. Without Amiliane being home and to protect my name... I am homeless. Damn it. I don't care. No one should hurt their children! I have my honor to keep and seeing some women beat on a youngling in front of me threatened it! I'm still raging over that and I also wondering the forests, without a real place to stay. Damn!
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 8:06 pm
Marcella's Entry
I'm...I'm on the outskirts of Haventree. Just hours ago I was speaking to Cheveyo, which I might add still looks...very mate-able. Now I'm having second thoughts about asking for shelter. I know I shouldn't try to outlast this winter anymore then I have, for it will only get worse. But what if they refuse me because of my dam, the outcast? Even after this time I'm to scared to face that village....those cervis. I don't know what to do. I can't handle this chaos in my mind. I have to have a reason to be here and just taking care of myself isn't good enough anymore.
Okay, I can do this...Right?
~Mars~
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:44 pm
Marcella was still on the edge of the centaur village, of their haven - a place where she feared to tread. This was a cervitaur who thought herself a brave warrior! And she was scared!
The teen scuffed her hoof in the snow and grumbled. Her self doubt and pity didn't last long. Her ears turned to catch a growing noise. Someone or something was slowly making it's way to her! What...What if it's Chevy coming back to yell at her again? She stood firmly on the snow thinking that if he came back for more, he'd get an earful! The soft noise grew louder as something purple and silver came into view.
"Uh..." Mars dumbly started while starting at a purple deer with...Silver hooves?! Even on the isles she couldn't understand how a normal looking deer turned purple! Her head was tilted to the left side and her mouth was still open. She tried again, "Umm...Hi?" The teen wanted to smack her forehead; couldn't something else come forth from her mouth?
The purple deer stared back at the cervitaur with his hazel eyes wide.
The painted taur shook her head again; of course, he was just a deer - though oddly colored. "I'm Marcella..." She paused wondering if he had a name. "Do you have a name little one?"
A silver hoof scuffed the ground while shaking his head.
Mars took that as a good sign, "So you can understand me!"
The purple male came up to Mars and rubbed his head against her stomach where the human and deer parts met.
The painted female grinned broadly and scratched behind his ears while thinking of a proper name for him. "How about something in cervitaur family? Gordon?"
He snorted loudly, not liking that name.
Mars chuckled and tried again, "Bydand?"
He snorted again.
"Okay, then how about Todd? It's another tribe name."
This time he licked her hand and nodded."
"Well then Todd, will you stay with me? I've no place to stay yet, but I am heading into Havetree to look for work and shelter. I'll take care of you." She needed some type of company, especially if she couldn't stay at Haventree.
Todd gently rubbed his head against her again and started to trot away, heading towards Haventree.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 10:15 am
Saved - for when I get my writting hand back.... heh
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 10:17 am
Saved - for when I get my writting hand back.... heh
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:24 am
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