Where do I start, my evil wolf left me. He just vanished one day and I found myself lost in a void. He knew my father was near by, yet he went off. I never cared for someone like that before, yet now I find myself in the arms of another man. I guess I should explain how that happened in case I ever need to remember.
It happened one night when Fastdred asked Neyaa and I to come hand out at his house and drink. I told him that I didn't drink and he assured me that he had some cider at his house that I could drink. While there, I slowly found out that the cider I thought to be kick less packed quite a punch. Throughout the night Neyaa and I had great fun teasing Fastdred.
That night was a start to something between me and this man that now holds me close. A man that took my heart and refuses to let it go.
For several weeks after that night of drink and silliness, Fastdred went away. We weren't a couple, nor did we have true feelings for one another, so I simply went about my life. I met Gallrandil, or Gal as most call him. He was very kind, and was even there the day my father attacked, but again, I was quickly left behind and alone. Even when Gal was around, he was always pulled in so many directions, all of them away from me. When Dred showed back up, things got odd, horrid, then fixed.
It was shortly after father showed up. I was at the DawnHall, but I started to hurt horridly from the gash in my temple and the cut to my neck. My own small home is far down the hill from the Hall and I wasn't sure if I would make it that far. I knew both Gal and Dred's homes were near by, but who's home to go to...
I chose Dred's home. I don't quite understand why I chose his home, but I did. I curled up on his empty bed and passed out from the pain. When I woke, Dred was standing over me wondering why I was there. His eyes were filled with worry when he saw the marks on my face but I had little time to explain. Only that they were done by my father and that he was now dead. Fastdred had a house full of women, I shouldn't be surprised be this. Neyaa told me he was quite the womanizer.
This is where things turned odd, then quickly horrid. As he added ointment to my wounds to lessen the pain and keep the stitches fresh, one of the women started to flirt with him. After awhile the number of women lessened, from four, including me, to just two of us. Dred said he wanted me to stay, yet when the other woman came up behind him, well, let's just say she did things I would never be so bold to do to a man that I was not attached to. Saddened, I left the two of them together to do whatever it is she was willing to do to him, or have him do to her.
My time was filled with helping a good friend with his sadness. Things had gone badly for him with the woman he loved. I shared his grief, though I did not love Dred, I needed him. He told me he would be there for me and he chose to be with another. I didn't so much as care if he took the other woman as a bed warmer, it was more that I needed him. I needed to talk to him, to explain what happened. To tell him of what my father said. I needed to talk to someone. Wulfward had left me, Gal had his own life to live, and the one person that said he'd be there, chose to bed another woman instead.
My mind whirled with so many things regarding what Dred did that I didn't know what to do. In the end, I finally went home. It was raining hard and I was soaked through, just from the simple ride from the Pony to my house. When I got there, I found Dred sitting against the tree outside my home, waiting for me.
We spoke well into the night, I explained why I was hurt. I knew he was drunk and that the cider did most of his talking with the other woman, but it still hurt. By the end, he pulled me into his arms and apologized. After that, we continued our chatting. He was drawn to me and I was to him, but there was a hitch, he had a woman and I refuse to share...
