Practicing magic had always been a favorite past time for Becca. She was able to use the fire gift she inherited from her mother and make tiny fire animals that often ran around in her hand for fun. Long as the flame did not glow orange, it was safe and would not burn. However, tonight, something was different----

she sat out under the nearly full moon, practicing and smirking as she made a few small animals out of blue fiery flame. A butterfly she had made out of the blue flame fluttered around her and she smirked, reaching out to touch it. Yet as she did, it manifested itself into a bigger form and a spark broke off and turned and floated off into the woods. That was shocking, as Becca had never been able to do so before.

Standing, Becca followed that spark, deeper into the woods. Into parts she had never dared venture before and it was there that spark vanished!

Left in complete darkness, she glanced around, allowing her other senses to take effect and it was then that the smaller fire-butterfly alighted upon her shoulder, causing her to look down before it floated off towards the darker part of the wood. Becca's gaze followed and what she saw, approaching slowly, made her eyes widen and her jaw to drop just a bit.

A magnificent buck, made completely out of her blue fire stepped into the small clearing in which she stood and regarded her. To say she was shocked, was an understatement, as Becca's fire was for fun only, and yet this----buck, seemed entirely 'alive', in a way. It's ears even twitched as it watched her.

Reaching out a slow hand, Becca's eyes remained firmly fixed on the deer that seemed to shimmer and glow right before her. She could see the soft curls of fire wafting off of its fur and as she reached out for it, it bent it's head and for a second touched her hand with it's nose. Before exploding into a tiny rain of sparks!

The fire-butterfly, now smaller in appearance, came back to alight upon her shoulder once more, before it too, sparked out.

Memories were a double edged sword. Able to both bring comfort and cut deeper than any knife all at once. It was one of the many reasons that Becca did not sleep. Not 'normally', like most humans. She got her rest in spurts. Like cat-naps, but on a more deeper level. Any time it was quiet, or relaxed in atmosphere around her, she would fade into this type of trance-like state. Like she was taken lost in thought, for she would fixate her stare upon something and then go completely still. Her eyes unblinking as one part of her brain shut down for the moment or the seconds it was allowed to recharge in that way. Though she might be 'resting', she was still very much aware of her situation and environment. Always hyper-aware even in rest.

Such was a night where sleep was impossible, because of memories. She had tried, and failed to come to deep sleep that would allow her to pass a few hours in Morpheus's embrace of deep sleep. Her mind would not shut off and as she lay in bed, it thought of everything---literally everything without control or filter. Causing Becca distress to the point where even laying still was unmanageable.

Slipping out of bed, she made her way downstairs to enter the living room and made her way to the box window seat that faced out into the forest. Moonlight streaming in from the trees shined its rays into the room at the right angle to cover where she sat in its entirety. Settling down and pulling her knees up to her chest, and wrapping her arms around them, she sighed as she propped her chin on her knees. Eyes staring off into the night as she tried to push her thoughts away and find her center again.

She blinked a few times, to try and clear her eyes of the forbidden tears that tried to fall as she sat unmoving. She would not cry. Not over something that was ages and ages old. Memories that she kept locked away for a reason. "Go away....." Her voice whispered softly to herself. So soft it was almost unheard. "Go away...." She let out a soft, shuddering sigh as she hugged her knees tighter and curled up upon herself more. Tonight----would be another sleepless night. Plagued by things she longed to forget, and yet couldn't.

 Magic was a rare gift that only bloomed rare souls. Elves were naturally gifted in certain types of magic, depending on their bloodlines would determine what type of magic they would, perchance, be able to do.

Elrond, Becca's father, was in line of the Eldar. Which meant, he and his twin brother, who chose the path of a mortal, were descended from their Gods--or so goes the stories. As such, Elrond's power was untapped, even at the age of 6000.

Elenna, Becca's mother, was a hybrid. A mixture of elf and demon, for her mother, Becca's grandmother had gotten mixed up in a deal with a demon or some such thing---as the stories go. Hence Elenna had gifts that no mere elf should have and in turn, passed them down to Becca.

Becca was the only one of her kind after her mother died, and was left, at a young age (far as elves are concerned), learning how to control not only her wolf shifts but her magic as well.

Fate, however, was a cruel Master, or a good friend depending on how you looked at it; for some of the magic she possessed and knew she could do, worked only when IT wanted to. In order to keep Becca from becoming to powerful, Fate hindered her healing abilities. So she taught herself how to heal the human way. Using medicine and herbs and the things that the Earth gives. Yet, sometimes, when in dire need, that gift will flare up and heal when it is most needful, but it is not something she can control.

It can be maddening at times. To know that you can do something and yet not have it work when you want it too. But life, is a forever learning phase...if she can not do something one way, she will learn how to do it another.

~Excerpt from my Solo I am working on~

"Don't you see? If you want the things that you crave---so desperately, you MUST find a way to make them happen. Simply wishing your life had been different or wishing it away, and you lose all you have gained---and all you have given to others who have met you. Strange, isn't it? How one life can touch so many others without realizing it? See what a waste it is---to throw it away? To wish it was different?"

// Was curious about one side of Becca's story that I never wrote out because her backstory went an entirely different direction.

What if, Becca's mother, Elenna, never ran away to have her? True, her and Elrond were promised to different people when they were younger and eventually married those people (least he did), but their love was pure from the beginning. What if, when finding she was pregnant before they both married who they were supposed to, and she didn't leave to prevent causing a scandal, that Elenna gave birth to Becca within the land of her ancestors? Where Becca would not have been sold as a slave to Masters who taught her unspeakable things or did cruel and terrible things to her? Where she was actually raised as the Princess she is...whether she admits it or not?

How very different she might have turned out. It's an interesting idea. Been thinking of writing something out along those lines, once I get all the ideas straight in my head. Who would write it out with me? Can take place in any verse and multiple threads if desired.

// OPEN RP...ANY CAN JOIN!! WRITTEN AGES AGO BUT LIKED THE STARTER

her early morning run started off well enough. A crisp clear morning, with hardly a bite in the air, the forest around her echoed with bird song and smells of other animals. She went for a good long run, and then getting a drink at the lake nearby, turned for home. She was checking her boundaries, when her fur went puffy suddenly as she entered a small clearing. Something was wrong! She sniffed the air but couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary, yet even the birds had suddenly gone quiet. Her ears twisted and turned, trying to locate any sound, but she heard nothing. Taking a few tentative steps forward, she heard the snap of the spring and jumped clear of the net that swooshed up beside her! Her hackles raised as human voices shouted all around her, baring her fangs as one by one, they came out of the forest, surrounding her.

They rattled chains at her, some had clubs a few even had nets which they shook, trying to keep her attention divided.

"Here wolf!" "No, here wolf!" "Don't let it get away!" "I want the skin!", "Holy shit, that wolf is huge, take it down!"

 They were planning on killing her! Enraged, she drew back, snarling and snapping at the pokes from the clubs and pitchforks. She turned one way, then another, lashing out as first one distracted her, and then another. She couldn't flee, they surrounded her, Hurting her! Her forepaw caught a man across the chest, another she lashed out at as he bent forward to poke her and grabbed him by his shirt and threw him! Seeing a break in the men, she put her ears back against her head and darted away! Keeping to the underbrush. "Don't you let that animal get away!", "Kill it!" Shouts followed her as she ran, till they faded away completely.

Only when she was safe in her hidden cave, did she stop to rest. Her side hurt. turning her head, she saw she was bleeding, and she reached to lick at her wound, whining softly. She would heal up soon as she changed back, and she did so, curling up behind a rock, trying not to let Hate and Rage rule her. Silent tears drifted down her cheek unbidden as she stared out into the afternoons light. She waited, giving the humans a few hours to clear out before she began her way towards home again. Her running, for a while, was at an end it seemed. She would fight for her home, and kill any who tried to stop her!

// 11 years today. It still HURTS and I miss you more than anything. But I keep your memory alive by remembering the times we had together. I even gave Rhett your middle name. I know one day, I will see you again, but I miss you, so so so---MUCH! I try, each and every day to live the life I know you would want me too. To live for my kids and to make each day count. Even when the pain gets to be to much, I focus on them and those there for me who I know still share this pain with me. You were/are someone incredibly special!  I love you, Ed! Always and forever!

I know it's a bad idea

But how can I help myself?

Been inside for most this year

And I thought a few drinks, they might help

It's been a while, my dear

Dealing with the cards life dealt

I'm still holding back these tears

While my friends are somewhere else

I pictured this year a little bit different

When it hit February

I step in the bar, it hit me so hard

Oh, how can it be this heavy?

Every song reminds me you're gone

And I feel the lump form in my throat

'Cause I'm here alone

Just dancing with my eyes closed

'Cause everywhere I look I still see you

And time is moving so slow

And I don't know what else that I can do

So I'll keep dancing with my

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Eye-eye-eye-eyes closed

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

So I'll keep dancing with my

Delusion is here again

And I think you'll come home soon

A word brings me right back in

Then it's only me that's in this room

I guess I could just pretend

The colours are more than blue

But I lost more than my friend

I can't help but missing you

I pictured this month a little bit different

No one is ever ready

And when it unfolds, you get in a hole

Oh, how can it be this heavy?

Everything changes, nothing's the same

Except the truth is now you're gone

And life just goes on

So I'm dancing with my eyes closed

'Cause everywhere I look I still see you

And time is moving so slow

And I don't know what else that I can do

So I'll keep dancing with my

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Eye-eye-eye-eyes closed

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

So I'll keep dancing with my

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Eye-eye-eye-eyes closed

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Oh, I keep dancing with my

They're shutting the bar

They're cleaning the floor

And everyone is already home

But I'm on my own

Still dancing with my eyes closed

'Cause everywhere I look I still see you

Time is moving so slow

And I don't know what else that I can do

So I'll keep dancing with my

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Eye-eye-eye-eyes closed

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Oh, I keep dancing with my

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Eye-eye-eye-eyes closed

Eye-eye-eye-eyes

Oh, I keep dancing with my

 

Bella Black

|| Here if you need to talk ❤️

 

Xandria IronHead

// You have my sympathy. PM me if you need to vent.