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Post by adara on Jan 30, 2010 4:19:18 GMT -5
*The journal is medium sized, made of supple leather the color of red, earthern clay. The pages are a crisp pale yellow that looks newly made. The binding has two small ridges in it, crafted to form a smaller hand while being carried. Instead of a locking mechanism it holds a loop for the strap of leather to be passed through.* Pages 1 - 13 Found Here: uodraven.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=journals&action=display&thread=30
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Post by adara on Jan 30, 2010 5:08:52 GMT -5
*words are written sloppily across the page as if the hand was shaking*He has gone... and now I am truly alone. 
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Post by adara on Feb 4, 2010 3:24:41 GMT -5
It has been four days since his depature and each one has dragged out longer than the eternity I am damned to. I cannot even begin to fathom why but think perhaps that it is some short coming on my behalf. I will not beg him to return for if he wishes to leave why bother stopping him? Yet each day I feel our bond waning away, as if breaking grains of sand against the oncoming waves, my resolve weakens ever more and the temptation to plead is more forthcoming. My will shall not break.. I will show him who shall be the victor.  |
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Post by adara on Jul 20, 2010 3:11:03 GMT -5
Six months..
I have been resting in the deep sleep of torpor for a great length of time. Perhaps, too long, for all that I once had is now forgotten. The only thing left are the memories and even those are tainted.
I will admit my weakness, though it is not an easy thing. I was not strong enough to handle the breaking of the bond between Marcus and I. My mind was slowly slipping away into madness.. both bonds pulling and stretching my sanity.
It is ironic that two beings of eternity bind themselves for such yet cannot even master that. Perhaps that is why the lives of humans are so short lived.. for too long with one another is exactly how it appears to sound.
Then unbearable pain comes from the realization that I, his wife, his childer, was not worthy enough for his goodbye...
Now comes in the point where I must be beginning picking up the pieces of what once was, starting from the bottom... for I can fall no farther.
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Post by adara on Feb 19, 2011 2:57:22 GMT -5
Floating amidst the darkness, her mind merely ebbing and flowing in a constant state of catatonicism. There are no thoughts of the future, no memories of haunting past, and lastly there is no present to bedraggle her spirit down with its woe, heartache, and pain. She just is.
Slowly, as if ascending forth from a cave lightness breaks past that barrier. Stretching into every crevice and fighting the abyss, seeking room to stretch its warmth. Every recess is enveloped in an attempt to bring her mind forth from the deep sleep.
It as if standing upon the precipice of a cliff, waiting for the fall. And then she jumps, her mental capacity reeling to consciousness as she awakens. Yet, she does not open her eyes yet merely expands her other senses trying to absorb the environment around her.
She is in a small space, confined yet not entirely stuffy as a cool breeze tickles against her bare skin. Washing away the staleness of her lungs as she forces air, once more, into her body. Slowly she opens her eyes, allowing them time to adjust.
Gradually she recognizes the growing signs of her overwhelming thirst. How long had it been since her last meal? She dare not attempt to count the days. She could feel the beast within her lurking beneath the surface. Growling in response as she tampered it down so as not to induce a frenzy within herself.
And beneath the hunger was a prickling sensation in the corner of her mind that dove to the depths of her very being. She jolted awake as a voice whispered inside her mind.
"Adara.."
A voice she had not heard since he left her that day.
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