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Finding a Wolf In the Trees
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,656
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Finding a Wolf In the Trees
Chapter 1~
A young woman stood at the crest of a hill and breathed in the fresh air. The light of the moon shone down upon her, and made her skin glow. The wind blew softly around her, almost like a caress, and her waist length blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. She closed her dark green eyes and just listened to the soft rustling of the leaves in the trees. Her thin arms lifted, as if inviting the wind to blow at her tall, thin frame. Fallen leaves and small specks of earth seemed to swirl around her in beautiful, delicate patterns.
The trees called to her. She could almost hear their voices, could almost hear their words as if the wind was bringing them to her. She longed to run to them, to sleep in their harboring branches, to eat the sweet food they gave. She wanted to so badly her heart seemed to ache, but she could not. She had duties; she had to stay in her village.
She loved her village, but her restless spirit longed to be let free in the wild. She didn’t want to be confined to a house with a husband who would not give her any freedom. She didn’t want a husband that only wanted her to cook, clean, and give birth to his children. She didn’t want a man like Guthrie, with his sallow skin and eyes that made her skin crawl. Just the thought of being married to him made her retch, but if her mother wanted it, so it would be. She had no choice.
She lifted her face towards the sky, her eyes now open, and watching as dark clouds covered the night sky. Then there was only the far away light of candles in the windows of the village houses, for the clouds had blocked out all light from the stars and moon. The first drop fell, and then another, softly at first, then gaining intensity as the clouds seemed to become angry. The wind began to howl and her now wet hair whipped out behind her, her faded brown dress plastered to her body by the rain.
The rain poured down and the wind whipped at her face, but she did not move. She welcomed the pounding of the rain and the painful gusts of the wind. She just stood there looking towards the heavens and willed the rain to drown her, to take her away where she could be free. But the rain did not fulfill her wish; it would not let her be free. Instead, it lessened ever so slightly, so that she could here her mother’s voice calling to her, seeming so small against the raging wind.
She realized, as she listened to her mother , call that she could not leave, not yet. She pushed her dripping hair out of her eyes and searched for her mother. She scanned the hillside that lead down to her village.
“Nydia! Nydia, where are you?” Her mother cried. A shawl held tightly around her head and shoulders did little to protect her from the rain. Panic was written clearly across her face as she searched for her daughter.
“I am here mother!” Nydia called, waving her wet arms to make sure her mother saw her. She ran towards her mother and was pulled into a tight embrace.
“Oh, are you alright, are you hurt?” Her mother asked, cupping Nydia face in her hands while checking for injuries. Before Nydia could answer her mother continued, “Hurry let’s get back to the house, I don’t want you to catch cold.” Nydia could only nod before her mother grabbed her hand and started running toward the village.
They hurried down the hill while the sky seemed to become a darker shade of black. They ran down the dirt road in the center of the village toward their home. Nydia feet were bare, for she never wore shoes, and were caked with mud and scratched by strockrocks by the time they reached the small three room home. Once they were inside her mother did not waist any time, she rushed in to her bedroom and came out with a large towel. “Hurry child, get out of those wet clothes.”
Nydia hurried to do what she was asked, as soon as she striped off the last garment the towel her mother was carrying was wrapped tightly around her. Her mother left for a moment, then came back dressed in a white night gown, her hair braided into a long coil. “W hat were you doing out there Nydia? Why do you always make me worry?” Her mothskedsked in a soft whisper as she dried Nydia hair. “You should not make such an old woman like me worry so much. It’s bad for my heart.”
“You are not old mama,” Nydia said softly as she dried off her wet skin. “I t’s just... I like the rain. I didn’t mean to make you worry, I’m sorry.”
“I know you are darling, but you will only do it again next time it rains. Nydia you are going to be nineteen this summer, which is only a few months away, you need to settle down.” Nydia opened her mouth to argue but her mother just continued. “I’ve never told you this before, but right before your father died he made me promise something. He made me swear that I would find a man that would cherish you and care for you by your nineteenth birthday. I don’t want to break my promise to him and I running out of time. You were his only daughter, and even though you have two older brothers, he still loved you most. I think it was because you are so similar to how he was, restless but secluded... Guthrie is a good man and his heart longs for you...”
“No mother, his groin longs for me, not his heart. I cannot marry him, and I don’t think papa’s soul could bear it if I did.” Nydia said. She flinched slightly after realizing what she had said, and knowing how her mother would react.
“You are judging him too early, you do not know him!” Her mother said. Her anger was clearly present in her voice.
“You do not know him either! You only want me to marry him because he has money, I bet you never even made a promise to papa, I bet it was all a lie!” Tears streamed down Nydia face, she clutched the towel that was wrapped around her. “You haven’t been the same since papa died, everyone has noticed. I may not talk to others much but I do listen, they all talk mama, all the women in the village talk about how you have changed.”
Suddenly, her mother’s hand whipped out and connected with the side of Nydia’s face with a loud crack. “You know nothing, all you do is assume. I am your mother and you will treat me with respect. You will marry Guthrie, and if he only wants you for a play thing in bed then so be it!” Her mother spun around and stormed into her bedroom, leaving Nydia in tears.
AN: This story was one I found half finished on a flopy disk the other day. I\'ll post it chapter by chapter, and It might take a little while to update because there are lots of revisions to make. I hope you like it. Please Read and Review
A young woman stood at the crest of a hill and breathed in the fresh air. The light of the moon shone down upon her, and made her skin glow. The wind blew softly around her, almost like a caress, and her waist length blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. She closed her dark green eyes and just listened to the soft rustling of the leaves in the trees. Her thin arms lifted, as if inviting the wind to blow at her tall, thin frame. Fallen leaves and small specks of earth seemed to swirl around her in beautiful, delicate patterns.
The trees called to her. She could almost hear their voices, could almost hear their words as if the wind was bringing them to her. She longed to run to them, to sleep in their harboring branches, to eat the sweet food they gave. She wanted to so badly her heart seemed to ache, but she could not. She had duties; she had to stay in her village.
She loved her village, but her restless spirit longed to be let free in the wild. She didn’t want to be confined to a house with a husband who would not give her any freedom. She didn’t want a husband that only wanted her to cook, clean, and give birth to his children. She didn’t want a man like Guthrie, with his sallow skin and eyes that made her skin crawl. Just the thought of being married to him made her retch, but if her mother wanted it, so it would be. She had no choice.
She lifted her face towards the sky, her eyes now open, and watching as dark clouds covered the night sky. Then there was only the far away light of candles in the windows of the village houses, for the clouds had blocked out all light from the stars and moon. The first drop fell, and then another, softly at first, then gaining intensity as the clouds seemed to become angry. The wind began to howl and her now wet hair whipped out behind her, her faded brown dress plastered to her body by the rain.
The rain poured down and the wind whipped at her face, but she did not move. She welcomed the pounding of the rain and the painful gusts of the wind. She just stood there looking towards the heavens and willed the rain to drown her, to take her away where she could be free. But the rain did not fulfill her wish; it would not let her be free. Instead, it lessened ever so slightly, so that she could here her mother’s voice calling to her, seeming so small against the raging wind.
She realized, as she listened to her mother , call that she could not leave, not yet. She pushed her dripping hair out of her eyes and searched for her mother. She scanned the hillside that lead down to her village.
“Nydia! Nydia, where are you?” Her mother cried. A shawl held tightly around her head and shoulders did little to protect her from the rain. Panic was written clearly across her face as she searched for her daughter.
“I am here mother!” Nydia called, waving her wet arms to make sure her mother saw her. She ran towards her mother and was pulled into a tight embrace.
“Oh, are you alright, are you hurt?” Her mother asked, cupping Nydia face in her hands while checking for injuries. Before Nydia could answer her mother continued, “Hurry let’s get back to the house, I don’t want you to catch cold.” Nydia could only nod before her mother grabbed her hand and started running toward the village.
They hurried down the hill while the sky seemed to become a darker shade of black. They ran down the dirt road in the center of the village toward their home. Nydia feet were bare, for she never wore shoes, and were caked with mud and scratched by strockrocks by the time they reached the small three room home. Once they were inside her mother did not waist any time, she rushed in to her bedroom and came out with a large towel. “Hurry child, get out of those wet clothes.”
Nydia hurried to do what she was asked, as soon as she striped off the last garment the towel her mother was carrying was wrapped tightly around her. Her mother left for a moment, then came back dressed in a white night gown, her hair braided into a long coil. “W hat were you doing out there Nydia? Why do you always make me worry?” Her mothskedsked in a soft whisper as she dried Nydia hair. “You should not make such an old woman like me worry so much. It’s bad for my heart.”
“You are not old mama,” Nydia said softly as she dried off her wet skin. “I t’s just... I like the rain. I didn’t mean to make you worry, I’m sorry.”
“I know you are darling, but you will only do it again next time it rains. Nydia you are going to be nineteen this summer, which is only a few months away, you need to settle down.” Nydia opened her mouth to argue but her mother just continued. “I’ve never told you this before, but right before your father died he made me promise something. He made me swear that I would find a man that would cherish you and care for you by your nineteenth birthday. I don’t want to break my promise to him and I running out of time. You were his only daughter, and even though you have two older brothers, he still loved you most. I think it was because you are so similar to how he was, restless but secluded... Guthrie is a good man and his heart longs for you...”
“No mother, his groin longs for me, not his heart. I cannot marry him, and I don’t think papa’s soul could bear it if I did.” Nydia said. She flinched slightly after realizing what she had said, and knowing how her mother would react.
“You are judging him too early, you do not know him!” Her mother said. Her anger was clearly present in her voice.
“You do not know him either! You only want me to marry him because he has money, I bet you never even made a promise to papa, I bet it was all a lie!” Tears streamed down Nydia face, she clutched the towel that was wrapped around her. “You haven’t been the same since papa died, everyone has noticed. I may not talk to others much but I do listen, they all talk mama, all the women in the village talk about how you have changed.”
Suddenly, her mother’s hand whipped out and connected with the side of Nydia’s face with a loud crack. “You know nothing, all you do is assume. I am your mother and you will treat me with respect. You will marry Guthrie, and if he only wants you for a play thing in bed then so be it!” Her mother spun around and stormed into her bedroom, leaving Nydia in tears.
AN: This story was one I found half finished on a flopy disk the other day. I\'ll post it chapter by chapter, and It might take a little while to update because there are lots of revisions to make. I hope you like it. Please Read and Review