Ariagne

Egbert Yarrow stood watching as men filled in the grave. He had to look strong. He had to pull through this. It would be what she would have wanted - him to be as strong as she was. The tears which streaked down his face told a different story. How could he be strong when the only thing that made him strong had been taken away? Each shovelful of dirt that landed on the grave was another reminder that she was now gone from him. He felt cold - dead on the inside like the still body in the coffin below him.

Daerundros sighed as she trotted a few amble paces away from the main road and through the darkness of the night. Grass swayed too and fro relaxingly as she made her way through hills and plains, watching the stars distantly with a distant expression on her face. There was always something unexpected about the Bree-lands, Daerundros had come to expect; Oftentimes she would pass by small cottages and farm-lands, and even more seldom could she see a flickering light within; Many instances a mother putting her child to sleep, or a father in deep discussion with his wife.

"I used to brush my sister's hair when she was still a little child." Daerundros said soothingly as she tugged gently against the mess that was Ariagne's hair. It was a fair-clad gloomy night, a lantern seated beside Daerundros to give her illumination as she battled with the tangled bush of Ariagne's untidy and unkempt hair.
"I though' Elves were immor'al?" Ariagne's voice piped up in the dark. Daerundros smiled to herself as she took a small section of Ariagne's hair and began weaving it into a delicate braid.

My life was once beautiful. Everything was glamour and glitz, fashion and frivolities. I was a flirt, a manipulator, an innocent. I never left my home. I loved myself, my beauty, my dresses, my parties. Perfection was an understatement. I'm not saying that I was happy, just content in the vain little world that I had created for myself and unwilling to allow a need to let others invade my own private realm of self love. All was well until that fatefull day when my life took a turn for the different and nothing was the same again...

"Our daughter! Can' ye believe i', dear?" The man stated quite angrily. There was a resonating sound from the desk as a large fist banged down the wooden surface. The room was lit by numerous candles, the surroundings quite lavish and luxurious. It was clearly the home of a Noble's family. Several furnitures of exquisite quality lay around the room. A bed of velvet was to be seen nearby, followed by portraits of various family members. Moonlight streamed in lazily from the window.

A/N: Greetings Everyone. Some of you already know who I am, some don't. When I first made Adelainee I thought, "Oh, it would be so cool to play an Outlaw!" And you know what? Instead of going for the stereotypical Brigand that only cares about Money and running from the law I decided to add a little flair and colour to this new character ;) Adelainee keeps this journal, from an ICly point of view, to record the behaviour and her thoughts towards the victim's she's captured... interaction, personal opinions, observing the victim's personality.