Post by Roan on Feb 24, 2009 21:02:02 GMT -5
{First post at the very least to Romulus, but I'd like to keep this personal if possible}
The moonlight was eerie playing against Roan’s fair features. Her posture was very tense and alert though she tried to look as at ease as possible. Hazel eyes that had the smoldering embers of flames burning behind them glowed in the night and were a beacon in between the trees. There was very little wind that night. Good, the better for hearing. Roan didn’t want to be tense but she didn’t know what to make of what was to come. She didn’t know how her guest was going to take being invited here, or if he’d even come. But because Roan had extended the invitation she would not leave until she was sure he would not take the journey.
The lycaness wanted to talk to Romulus.
A letter had been sent to the vampire by owl. She wasn’t sure if the creature would have survived back to the post office in Drakborough, but she at least hoped it had gotten close enough to the Castille for Romulus to find it. It had been simple script and tied to the parchment had been a sprig of an olive branch that was slightly darkened red, with her blood. She had pricked her finger and hoped he’d be able to use that scent to find her again because she wasn’t sure if he knew where to find her despite her letter.
Romulus,
I know I am one of the last people you want to see. But I think it is time to take our past and bury it. I am asking a parley so that we may talk. There is a grove in Fenrir’s Woods where the plants are overgrown, it is rather wild. I burned it down in my witch years and then regrew it magically in those same years. If you could meet me there tomorrow night I think it’s time we put animosity where it belongs.
-Roan
And it was in that strangely magical grove that Roan was. It would probably always be resilient to change and was well grown and beautiful. It was somewhere that was specific that Roan knew and she just hoped Romulus would be able to find her. The woman had matured and needed to put the fiery explosions of her past behind her and she knew she had done wrong here. The sooner she sucked the poison out of her life the sooner she could continue on with it.DERP!
The moonlight was eerie playing against Roan’s fair features. Her posture was very tense and alert though she tried to look as at ease as possible. Hazel eyes that had the smoldering embers of flames burning behind them glowed in the night and were a beacon in between the trees. There was very little wind that night. Good, the better for hearing. Roan didn’t want to be tense but she didn’t know what to make of what was to come. She didn’t know how her guest was going to take being invited here, or if he’d even come. But because Roan had extended the invitation she would not leave until she was sure he would not take the journey.
The lycaness wanted to talk to Romulus.
A letter had been sent to the vampire by owl. She wasn’t sure if the creature would have survived back to the post office in Drakborough, but she at least hoped it had gotten close enough to the Castille for Romulus to find it. It had been simple script and tied to the parchment had been a sprig of an olive branch that was slightly darkened red, with her blood. She had pricked her finger and hoped he’d be able to use that scent to find her again because she wasn’t sure if he knew where to find her despite her letter.
Romulus,
I know I am one of the last people you want to see. But I think it is time to take our past and bury it. I am asking a parley so that we may talk. There is a grove in Fenrir’s Woods where the plants are overgrown, it is rather wild. I burned it down in my witch years and then regrew it magically in those same years. If you could meet me there tomorrow night I think it’s time we put animosity where it belongs.
-Roan
And it was in that strangely magical grove that Roan was. It would probably always be resilient to change and was well grown and beautiful. It was somewhere that was specific that Roan knew and she just hoped Romulus would be able to find her. The woman had matured and needed to put the fiery explosions of her past behind her and she knew she had done wrong here. The sooner she sucked the poison out of her life the sooner she could continue on with it.DERP!