The Chivanina rule
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
680
Reviews:
0
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.
The Chivanina rule
The Chivanina rule:
Chapter one (Incomplete/Teaser)
‘And oh my love how I have fought for you. How I have lived back these years, pushing at the very string’s of my heart. All for you. And only you dear Aiden. Do remember that I will always have your heart in the palm of my hand. I can squeeze and spit at what it is that makes you….you’
Time had always been the same. Never changing, never stirring, never ceasing. Always did the day come and follow shortly by nightfall. Always did this cycle cease and begin. Of course, it is what made the legends and even the stories for the youngest of children. Even to the very girl that had since been grown. Maybe in stature and height. Never in the mind.
Never did her brain grow from the childhood that lay in the darkest regions of the space between memories. Never did it comprehend what had happened and what was going to continue to happen. What was allowed to happen. In these days, who is to say what is and isn’t to happen. Not even the elders could lift a spirited word or gesture. No. They sat back in their own time and thrown, refusing to give into such pondering and grief. There were more important things to worry about than the thoughts and pains of a child.
And oh, she was more than a child it seemed. At times, she could take her sword and hold it as any man dared. Braved the deepest and most wicked of ventures. And at other times, she lay victim to the love that had always been there. The one true creature that would cause most of the tears and even act as though he cared no more than he had to.
Aiden had never thought herself to be beautiful or even talented. Not even in her swordplay or thoughts. Not even in the wisdom that the Goddess herself bestowed upon her. When the girl tried to think of something wonderful or pleasing she would find that darkness covered what once was .
Even in her twentieth year she dwelled like a child. Only hoping to be more of an adult. Maybe it was those small thoughts that held her back from such.
Running. She was always running through the dark forest. Always skipping through the vines and stumps. Her feat would gather mud from a day of rain and she would slid down , deeper into the branches and misty oaks. Her dress would no longer be flowing or beautiful. Simply torn and tattered, flesh scarred from years and years of running. And it was then that they would come. With the moon held high into the sky, their howls would echo and find a threatening laughter just at the back of her mind. They would eat and tear at what was once good. Their deep yellow eyes would collect beams from the orb and taunt her. The dark circles always made the screams louder and the howling would never cease. Not even for a second. She would never gather her breath! Aiden could not stop or turn. She was deathly afraid of what would happen if they found her. No good words had ever been spoken of the Wolves of this forest. She didn’t want to find out what the cries had been over. Never, not even in the deepest reaches of her mind did she imagine what could and would happen if they caught hold of her.
Soon, the legs would give in and she would simply lay, curling her body up into a position that was similar to that of an unborn child. Her tears would come and the sweat mingled with the broken Earth at her feet. This was never how she had hoped to pass on. Not by the claws and teeth of a creature such as this.
It was only when their paws would touch home that she would wake in her dark Quarters.
Some feedback would be wonderful. Give me a shout. Should I continue?
~Synnthetix
Chapter one (Incomplete/Teaser)
‘And oh my love how I have fought for you. How I have lived back these years, pushing at the very string’s of my heart. All for you. And only you dear Aiden. Do remember that I will always have your heart in the palm of my hand. I can squeeze and spit at what it is that makes you….you’
Time had always been the same. Never changing, never stirring, never ceasing. Always did the day come and follow shortly by nightfall. Always did this cycle cease and begin. Of course, it is what made the legends and even the stories for the youngest of children. Even to the very girl that had since been grown. Maybe in stature and height. Never in the mind.
Never did her brain grow from the childhood that lay in the darkest regions of the space between memories. Never did it comprehend what had happened and what was going to continue to happen. What was allowed to happen. In these days, who is to say what is and isn’t to happen. Not even the elders could lift a spirited word or gesture. No. They sat back in their own time and thrown, refusing to give into such pondering and grief. There were more important things to worry about than the thoughts and pains of a child.
And oh, she was more than a child it seemed. At times, she could take her sword and hold it as any man dared. Braved the deepest and most wicked of ventures. And at other times, she lay victim to the love that had always been there. The one true creature that would cause most of the tears and even act as though he cared no more than he had to.
Aiden had never thought herself to be beautiful or even talented. Not even in her swordplay or thoughts. Not even in the wisdom that the Goddess herself bestowed upon her. When the girl tried to think of something wonderful or pleasing she would find that darkness covered what once was .
Even in her twentieth year she dwelled like a child. Only hoping to be more of an adult. Maybe it was those small thoughts that held her back from such.
Running. She was always running through the dark forest. Always skipping through the vines and stumps. Her feat would gather mud from a day of rain and she would slid down , deeper into the branches and misty oaks. Her dress would no longer be flowing or beautiful. Simply torn and tattered, flesh scarred from years and years of running. And it was then that they would come. With the moon held high into the sky, their howls would echo and find a threatening laughter just at the back of her mind. They would eat and tear at what was once good. Their deep yellow eyes would collect beams from the orb and taunt her. The dark circles always made the screams louder and the howling would never cease. Not even for a second. She would never gather her breath! Aiden could not stop or turn. She was deathly afraid of what would happen if they found her. No good words had ever been spoken of the Wolves of this forest. She didn’t want to find out what the cries had been over. Never, not even in the deepest reaches of her mind did she imagine what could and would happen if they caught hold of her.
Soon, the legs would give in and she would simply lay, curling her body up into a position that was similar to that of an unborn child. Her tears would come and the sweat mingled with the broken Earth at her feet. This was never how she had hoped to pass on. Not by the claws and teeth of a creature such as this.
It was only when their paws would touch home that she would wake in her dark Quarters.
Some feedback would be wonderful. Give me a shout. Should I continue?
~Synnthetix