Shy's quaint country cottage

[ShyMystica]

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[ShyMystica]

A personal rant...

I will never forget...

I will never forget the flames of hatred that glowed in your soulless eyes as you lowered your first strike...

I will never forget the hate-filled cursings as each violent blow was absorbed by my own flesh...

I will never forget the betrayal I so obliviously walked into; the scars upon my healing body a constant reminder of the violent hatred that consumes you.

Your physical strikes will never break me. Never! Why? Because my mind, spirit and soul possess a strength that your body will never be able to hold. My entire being will never succumb to your will of hatred and anger. I will always be stronger than you.

I do not hate you; hatred being an emotional I rarely ever will feel. I do not fear you; your strength will never intimidate me for it is used as a shield for a soulless man to hide behind.

I pity you.

I - PITY - YOU!

Yes; I sit here swollen, aching, pain pouring through every vessel of my body...and yet I am the one with the strength.

I know why you did it. Because I see the pathetic excuse of a man, of a human...I see there is no being to forgive because you are soulless and empty. A true man knows that trust, obedience and affection are earned through the careful balance of care and firmness...never violence; and never at the hand of hatred or anger.

I thank you for showing me this strength within me. Yes, I doubted it...in the moments I was defenseless at your feet, wondering if I would survive...I doubted it. But now I see it. And I will never forget it.

I will never forget, and neither will you. For I will never allow you to hurt another woman like you have done to me. You will get what you deserve, and I will get my justice.

I am and forever will be strong; 'Say no to violence against women'.

 

[Apollion]

Venturing into the cottage once more, I look around, wondering where you are.

Shy? Where are you?

 

[yeishia]

Slips in to leave a small note. "Shy you asked about a thread I do like the gladiator idea."

 

[ShyMystica]

*It had been a long day, one of which she would rather forget. But with all the crap of the world on her shoulders, not one ounce of sadness was to be found within her. No - just determination.

Her nightgown flowed from her form, a cascading waterfall of midnight blue silk as she made her way to her favourite chair; laptop cradled in her right arm and tea in her left hand. Sipping at her tea she stared at the screen determined for a distraction of any kind. Company would have been preferred. Idle chatter or the sensual touch of a man always seemed to calm her. But, she had none. Instead her mind went to her current writing endeavors. Yeishia and gladiators...that idea needed some working on. Then there was her post...she began to type. *

 

[ShyMystica]

Random image search brought this up...has my mind ticking...
Tick, tick, tick...

 

[ShyMystica]

Free writing for post

Free writing for Meminerunt Omnia Amantes. Unedited work in progress.



Silence...not a sound between them as he opened the door and stood motionless before her. While the moment only lasted a few brief seconds, to her it rolled into an eternity. She couldn’t bring her gaze to his, couldn’t bare to see the look of detachment as he cast her away and back into the raging storm. He had no reason to allow her in; she did, after all, go out of her way to avoid him since his return. Her arms coiled tighter around her shivering form, a subconscious attempt at self preservation. She shouldn’t had come; their parting those months ago was final. Well – at least in her mind she prepared herself for such finality.

Re-deployed...

The memory of his voice rang in distance echoes within her mind as the recollection crashed upon her. The fresh summer evening air fluttered softly through the open curtains, painting her heated form in delicious coolness as it floated over her; her sweat-slickened skin erupting in an array of goosebumps in its wake. Her head found its place upon his chest, her lithe legs entwined delicately with his; her body still trembling as she slowly calmed from her heightened release. Her fingertips trailed feather-light circles randomly over his chest; her eyes mesmerised by the soft flickering reflection of the candlelight over his sleek skin. It was an addictive sight; one that had burned into her memory time and again. The shadows upon his rippled abdomen evidence of his dedication. Though, in the back of her mind she knew such dedication wasn’t to her, but to his country. It was a thought she deliberately pushed aside in his presence; their time together was limited and she didn’t dare taint it with the anger and upset that came with such thoughts.

Instead she simply lay curled up against him and revelled in his presence; his strength, his care, his passion all wrapping around her soul as the undeniable sense of peace washed through her. Her fingertips softly continued to explore the hills and valleys of his torso as the candlelight teased over his flesh; his slowing heartbeat persuading her own to settle once more as her mind slowly cleared of the mists of her orgasm. Perfection; that was the only word she had ever used to describe being with him.

“Lily...I’ve been re-deployed...” His voice slammed through her conscious mind; the peace within her shattering into violent pieces. Whispered promises of happily-ever-after’s and love; it all dissipated by the single sentence. Anger, fear, hopelessness; it all erupted within her. It always did when he informed her. Yet no matter how many times he had told her before, no matter how often he spoke of the reality of their relationship; it never dulled the sense of anger-filled loss that came with those words. Tears glistened unshed, her fingers tensing to form fists upon his chest, the anger growing with each passing breath; yet she didn’t say a word. There was nothing to say.

A violent crack of thunder caught her off guard and brought her back to the present; her form jumping wearily before settling back into its shivering rhythm. Timidly she raised her head expecting to see the door closed in her face. But instead there was warmth; a feeling she had so desperately come here for, but didn’t expect. It enveloped her, smashing through the coolness that had begun to seemingly freeze her skin. Relief powered through her in overwhelming proportions rendering her paralysed with shock; he hadn’t turned her away.

His strength surrounded her, swirling around her in a tangible vortex of safety and concern; her shivering form nestling into him as he lifted her body with such ease. She had always been drawn to his strength. When they first met his primal strength attracted her, leaving her speechless. It radiated from him in such powerful waves that there was no denying it. It called to her on a primitive, carnal level of her being; thrilling her even in those first few moments of meeting him. Yet it was his ability to harness it with grace and tentative care that she had come to admire the most. She had often watched him at a distance and wondered at how easily he could use that physical power against her. And she was sure that there were times that her playful teasings must have brought him to the brink of that self control. But now it cradled her and allowed her the safety to simply fall apart. She clung to him with what little strength she had; hiding within it, her head shying into his body and willing the overbearing emotions to fade.

Outside her current state of conscious she felt the undeniable sense of vertigo.

 

[Veroe]

You asked for a search for hot guys in kilts before in my VI thread, Shy. Anyway I was looking back through some of the pages of it and came across this one. I hope this helps you.

 

[ShyMystica]

Was reading through some of my old stories trying to find my voice. I thought that it might help me find my flow through this block. But I came across this. I quite like it as a story beginning.

So I might turn this into a new story once I return from moving homes. It all depends on interest I suppose...




Arienna walked slowly down the old dirt path, through the overgrown trees adorned with raindrops glistening in the full moon’s beams, the winter chill passing through her red coat to tingle over her porcelain skin. She stopped, her sea-green eyes focused intently on the darkness around her, her ears absorbing the night song of the creatures around her. She listened closely, her ears creating the picture that her eyes could not see. Crickets softly chirped all around her as if singing her nerves calm. Frogs croaked further in the distance to her right, the smell of fresh water flaring through her nostrils. An owl swooped by her left causing leaves to rustle, shrieking a warning to all in its path. Then, as if responding to the owl’s caution, a lone howl ripped through the forest, silencing everything that inhabited it.

The sudden silence sent chills up her spine. Arienna began to run blindly from fear, her heart pounding in her ears as her feet hit the forest floor heavily. Naked branches scratched over her body, yet she sped up her pace, a cold chill running through her body. Within seconds she had found her way to the creek. The full moon reflected from the rippling water illuminating the creek and the bank in an enchanting light. Yet there was silence. She walked hesitantly over to the water, removing her cloak to see herself in reflection. Her light blonde hair fell softly over her shoulders to rest upon her chest in gentle waves. Her skin so pale in comparison to the darkness around her seemed to enlighten around her, accenting her eyes in almost hypnotic proportions. Her breasts heaved against the tight restrains of the ruby red corset she wore, laced with black silk which fell upon the ruffled skirt that flowed softly from her hips. She stared in wonder at the woman in the water, she hardly recognised herself. She seemed so beautiful, so angelic, almost beyond anything she remembered feeling before.

The breaking of twigs from behind her broke her trance, yet she remained still. Arienna listened attentively as she heard footsteps move closer; her heart beat beginning to race again as the hairs on her neck stood on end. Her senses went in to overdrive detecting the power from the being behind her. She heard every breath it took; deep, calm and controlled. She smelt the familiar scent of danger and power. She even felt the power radiate from the being behind her forcing her to stand up straight anxiously. Yet she did not turn around…she knew who it was, she could sense it.

The being moved closer to stand behind her, a warm hand reaching out to her right shoulder. Her heart thudded in her chest, her breath quickening as the hand explored her skin slowly, tracing across her shoulder, up along her slender neck, across her sensitive earlobe brushing away her golden locks to reveal her neck to his hungry eyes. He leant in closer, his breath moist against her skin causing her to shiver. His lips glided softly across her shoulder, up her neck to nestle under her ear. He nuzzled his nose against her possessively, taking in her scent as a deep moan rumbled in his chest. She leant her head against his; enjoying the feeling he seemed to uproar deep within her…the feeling so dark, so primitive, so primal. His hands now moved over her neck to her chin, tilting her gaze to meet his…his gaze shadowed with a need that fuelled her own…his eyes reflecting her own desires. He leaned in closer, taking her lips upon his and kissing her deeply, passionately, primitively, the force taking her breath away. She moaned softly as his name left her lips…”*insert co-writer's character name!”

~*^*~

Arienna bolted upright, her breath staggered, her heart raced as she awoke from her dream. Her eyes scanned the dark room in which she lay as her mind desperately tried to rid herself of her dream. She had had that very dream just last full moon, and the name shook her to her very core even then. Yet the name remained a mystery. She had never known anyone by the name nor remembered anyone with such icy cold crystal clear eyes. Yet in her dream the man was more than real, and in her dreaming state she knew him tenderly and affectionately.

A heavy knock at her door startled Arienna from her thoughts. She cautiously made her way to the door, wrapping her blanket tightly around her shoulders in an attempt to beat the sudden chill. Hesitantly she opened the door to find a man hidden within a dark leather cloak.

“Miss Warlow?” Despite the harshness of his voice, his deep brown eyes took her in carefully, before his lips curled into a gentle smile. “Miss Arienna Warlow?”

“Yes.” Her voice was horse yet remained sweet and light despite her startled state. “What on earth has you beating down my door at this hour?”

“Please forgive me, but time isn’t a luxury I carry with me at current.” Arienna cautiously studied the man before her as he removed his hood. His silver hair gleamed in the moonlight, his face gentle and warm, sporting several signs of his mature age. He carried no weapon that she could see, only a small leather satchel that sat snugly against his body. “Miss Warlow? May you be so kind as to let me in?”

“Yes, of course.” She opened the door and let him inside. He took several moments to look around her small cottage. He walked over to the small table in the far corner, his hands gingerly running over her mortar and pastel, vials, and several plants before he finally turned to speak.

“I am Mr. Davies. I have come on behalf of my employer.” Arienna gestured for him to sit at the small oak table, and he smiled warmly before taking his seat. “He has sent me to ask for your unique services.”

Arienna tensed and sat upright in her chair, her eyes intent on the man before her. “My unique services, Mr. Davies?” He nodded simply.

“Yes. Your gift of curing ailments is renowned amongst us simple folk. It is that in which he seeks.”

“Forgive me, Mr. Davies, but it seems your employer would be best to seek a doctor from the city. My work is simple and often seen as uneducated and outdated by those such as your employer.”

“Indeed. But his illness, from what little I know, isn’t common. Besides – he asked for you specifically.”

Arienna stood from the table and moved towards her table of work. She was known around the small farming town for her potions and remedies, the villagers often finding their way up to her isolated cottage in the forest to seek her advice. Yet she remained an outcast; the result of the legacy of her ancestors. Her family, for generations, were associated with the dark rumours of witches, warlocks and the dark magic. Arienna had come to the conclusion that these rumours were merely based on fear of the unknown, for their remedies often worked but had no religious reasoning. Her family were nothing more than herbologists; living off the land, experimenting with the healing powers of the flora and fauna in which they lived. Yet they were often chased from their humble homes to live a life of solitude for fear of being torched. That very fear was bestowed upon her since she was a child. She had only ever known the company of her mother and father, and when they passed just last summer, she has spent her time alone.

Arienna sighed deeply, her eyes returning to the gentleman at her dining table. “Mr. Davies, you must understand that I find this whole situation rather uncomfortable.”

He simply nodded, the warm smile returning to this lips as he regarded her nervousness. “Of course. I was merely sent to retrieve you so my employer could speak with you. If you do decide to take up the offer, you will be payed. You will be given a room in his home while you attend his needs. In your spare time you will have free range of the servants, gardens and surrounding forests to continue your research until such a time that the Lord returns to his health.”

The man stood from his chair and made his way slowly to her side. He extended his hand to her shoulder as Arienna’s eyes reflected her inner battle of the current situation.

“Please, Miss Warlow? It is merely a meeting. You have nothing to fear, you will be treated with the utmost care.”

Another sigh escaped her lips and she nodded feebly.

“Thank you, my employer will be so pleased. I will wait outside for you to change and we will be on our way.” With another smile, the man left her cottage, closing the door with a soft thud. Arienna looked about her small cottage once more, the loneliness seemingly echoed throughout. While nervous, the idea of having some company was an intriguing idea to her. Since the passing of her parents her heart yearned for company, the deadly silence of her home often reduced her to tears. And the opportunity to develop her work whilst getting paid was definitely an additional benefit.

Several moments later Arienna walked from the small cottage. Mr. Davies made his way to her side, taking the two, small leather suitcases from her grip and placed them on top of the carriage. She turned once more to take in the view of her small cottage and the surrounding forest before Mr. Davies escorted her into the carriage and closed the door behind her. Within moments the sound of hooves echoed throughout the silence of the night. She sat nervously in the carriage, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Surely she wouldn’t regret the decision to meet this Lord...

“Mr. Davies...I don’t believe you told me who your employer was...”

“*insert co-writer's character name.”

 

[ShyMystica]

*Greed, selfishness, arrogance...she had seen it all these last few months. Part of the fault laid with her; she did let these behaviours continue by fueling them, giving into them, allowing them to grow to the point where she became invisible beyond the acts that fed their hunger. It didn't matter that her intentions were to help...intentions rarely matter to souls as self-absorbed as those.

With a satisfied slam of the door she made a mental note to ignore such people today. For all she cared, they could go do what they threatened. She didn't care anymore. You can only give so much without anything in return before the natural state of emptiness, frustration and anger takes over.

So, she settled upon her chaise within her small cottage. Locking herself here today was her plan. With a click of the remote music powered through the walls, another click of her laptop and she was lost in the world of words...*

 

[Last_Rider]

contemplates the locked cottage, hm, how to get in? There would be ways, but too much work, too many acrobatics. And his neck has been a bother most of the week anyway. Ah, a better solution. Climbing to the roof is easy, all cottages have a fireplace. A piece of paper drifts down.

You're not alone, just one of few and we're very lucky to have you.

 

[ShyMystica]

*A song begins, one that had rather mystifying effects on her. The strong percussive beat pounded with her own, the aggressive attack of the guitars her musical interpretation of her current state of mind, the lyrics....ah yes. Such an empowering song that seemed to soothe her.

With a tilt of her head she notices a slip of paper gracefully fall onto the amber of the unused fireplace. Reaching forward she reads it, a small smile creeping to her lips as the words calm her further...*

What a sneaky and clever lad...very clever indeed...and so sweet. Such a treasure...

*Her eyes dart up to the roof and wonder if he still remains...*

 

[Last_Rider]

climbs down from the roof, knocking on the door

If you'd like some company Shy, I'm available.

 

[ShyMystica]

*A new song flutters through her speakers and her smile brightens. A song not many know of, but she loved the cheeky truth of the words.

Hearing the knock she cautiously makes her way to the door, opening it just a crack to see who it was. Then with a smile she opens the door wide and steps aside, allowing the mischievous clever one to enter...*

You, sir, are very daring. But there is no need to climb on the roof...unless you like doing that sorta thing...

*smiles faintly*

Come in if you wish...

 

[Last_Rider]

smiles back

Heh, the workout is always useful. Sure, I'd love to. I was hoping to see yeishia tonight, but it seems the RW has detained her.

finds a comfy thing to sit on so Shy can either write with his silent company or talk, up to her

 

[ShyMystica]

*frowns slightly at his words before taking her seat upon her chaise...*

I'm sorry Rider. I know if she had the choice she would greatly prefer your company.

*smiles at him with a knowing grin and a soft giggle as a new song begins. Ah...now if only she had wings...*

Thank you for your note. It is appreciated...it put a much needed smile on my lips. So thank you.

 

[Last_Rider]

I know that too. I'd much prefer her company too. I even managed to get the house all alone to myself. Oh well, such is life. You're much welcome, one of my few talents is making people smile. Not in a comedic way, though at times if you're morbid enough I can.

 

[ShyMystica]

Patience, sir, will be your virtue. When you finally get some time with her this waiting game will be worth it.

*another smile as a new song flutters through the walls. She bursts into small giggles as memories of the last time she sung this song ran through her mind. Her cheeks blush a little at the memory before bringing her attention back to her guest.*

Well...you are correct. You have a natural gift of spreading smiles. Though, being morbid isn't always so bad...despite my shy/sweet perception I find delight in some rather morbid things...But shhhhhhhh...don't tell anyone that. It is our little secret.

 

[Last_Rider]

I wont tell anyone, you have my word. If I spread a few smiles then I feel slightly less like a sack of door knobs. Though that has uses... interesting uses if you're morbid enough. Plus it leaves marks on a body that are difficult to trace.

 

[ShyMystica]

*a new song begins and a soft sigh leaves her lips. Such a pity the band broke up.

Her head tilts to the side as her mind creates images of the possible situations Rider described. One after another they continue to become slightly more morbid than the last. Then she finally giggles*

You, Rider, would make such a delicious villain. You know this, right?

 

[Last_Rider]

I've been told so, yes. Plus I've studied villains, hell I wanted Scar to beat Simba the first time I saw the Lion King. And Maleficent may have been partially responsible for some of my tastes in women.

 

[Last_Rider]

hm, you wouldn't be looking somewhat model a villain after me would you?

 

[ShyMystica]

Modeling a villain after you? Hmmmm...it could work.

*ponders the notion*

Let's just say I have a fascination with them. Not the boring ones who are evil for the sake of being evil. While that is fun, I prefer the more complex villains...psychological trauma taken to extremes, the darkness, the powerful danger...I dunno...lovable villains are hard to create and harder to write. There are a few good writers here who do it well. I am very envious of them...

*smiles softly* Still no sign of Yeishia?

 

[Last_Rider]

The key to a lovable villain is knowing their limits. A lovable villain, while having evil, wont destroy the world. There are things, generally the more abhorrent of societal values, that for whatever reason they don't do. That creates an ability to justify liking them within the reader. A cold assassin is hard to root for, but one with self-imposed rules is different. To see the difference, compare the hit men played by Bruce Willis in The Jackal for the first and Jean Reno in Leon: The Professional for the second. Technically Leon is the hero of that movie, but it's his personality that allows him to be put in that situation.

Sadly no sign of yeishia, but we'll get our time together soon enough. I just hope nothing horrible has happened.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf comes prowling, silently~ a basket of hot cocoas, teas of all types and a pretty mug to drink them from~held in one small hand. Quiet footsteps lead her to the door. She places the basket down and drops the paper bearing only a paw print atop the motley assortment. With no words, no knock, she slips away.