*It was a night for wandering, a night in which she couldn't sit still. Dressing lightly, she grabbed her violin and rushed out of the city limits. The moon was bright and the night sounds surrounded her as she made her way deeper into the heart of the gardens, far enough away from the citys heart not to hear it, but close enough still to not be into the wilds just yet. She stood there, surrounded by flora and fauna of the gardens, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the night, and slowly she put her violin to her shoulder and began to play. It started off slow, but it picked up speed. It was a song of passion, desire, rejoicing at life as she felt the wolf push to the forefront. She let her fingers fly upon the strings and just gave herself over to it. Something she enjoyed, the freedom the music gave her.*

Head Cannons for My Character!

 HC#1- Rebecca has a passion for writing. She keeps little notepads around her house, just in case something comes to her so she can write it down and not forget it. She loves poems and such, and has written enough to fill 4 small books.

 

HC#2- She loves...and I mean LOVES to read! Anything she can get her hands on. History, Myths of the World, Adventures, a little Romance every now and then...everything! She has a room in her home set aside for just books, which is where she spends most of her time.

 

HC#3- She loves kids. Doesn't have any of her own...yet, but she has helped take care of the pack 'pups' and watched other peoples kids before. She adores them, and would help and defend them if needed. She is very patient with them, and doesn't mind the things they can get into. Always encouraging as well as caring with them. (this one has changed...as she now has three children of her own. Rhaegal, Allya and Armand)

 

HC#4- She is a very very VERY Loyal friend. One who speaks only truth, or tries to as she absolutely HATES lies. She takes the bonds of friendship/family very seriously and would do anything for the ones that she calls friends/family. Once in her close but small circle, you are in it for life and she will protect, defend, and stand up for those if need be. Patient, Kind, and Caring, on a deep level, it might be hard to believe that one can be forgiving as she, but it's true.

 

HC#5- Trained since birth by her mother and several different 'Masters", she is a highly skilled Assassin! Not something she likes about herself, but she had no choice, growing up. She bears the scars of her upbringing and knows how to efficiently take life as well as how to prolong it...or torture. She has long since turned away from that path, but the knowledge, as well as the 'ghosts' of that life are still there

 

HC#6- She is a skilled wood carver. A passion she does only for those who mean something to her. It is not a gift she likes to brag about for she thinks her work could always be better. But she has the artists eye and her work comes out looking the way she wants it to 9 times out of 10, but it takes focus.

 

HC#7- Though she is a skilled and highly trained assassin, and had a really bad upbringing, she has a very very DEEP compassion for Life! When she loves, she loves with everything she has! To long had her life been dark, she now seeks to fill it with light. Hers, as well as everyone elses she comes into contact with. She has a deep capacity to love, to care for others, and that is what she holds to. She gives, helps, with no thought of reward or expectation.

 

HC#8- She loves to draw! She has a little side room off her house where she does all her drawings and paintings. Some for fun and some from memory. She has hundreds of such pictures scattered about that room. Of people (she has met or long since dead), of Places, of animals and nature. Always striving to be better at what she does, she does not/has not let anyone see this room or her work. Not yet...

 

HC#9- She can turn into a wolf at WILL! No, she is NOT a werewolf, as werewolves turn every full moon and can not control their shifts. She can control herself and enjoys running as a wolf. She does not hurt people, she only hunts in wolf form to feed herself on her runs.

 

HC#10- She has terrible nightmares! Nightmares of her mother being murdered, of the things she was forced to do when younger. She sleeps, but only lightly and sometimes not at all, staying up to write or to draw. It helps release the tension that eats her up inside at times. The nightmares have started to subside somewhat, but she still wakes up covered in a cold sweat and crying every once in a while. Her past is not a happy one....even though she strives to make her future bright.

 

HC#11- She spends most of her time outdoors. She loves the peace it brings, the forest and the animals in it. There, she can recenter herself, bring things back into focus. She loves to watch the stars at night as well, spends whole nights just laying in the grass and watching the stars.

 

HC#12- She has the Poets gift of description! When she spent time with the Pack, or even with a certain elf, she used to describe for them, in detail what she saw around them. Like, if she and her friends were sitting out at night, they would ask her to describe the stars, the night sky and she would do it in such detail that they could actually 'see' it, every little piece in vivid detail. She has helped many friends and pack members 'see' things in their lives and it gives her joy to help when she can.

 

HC#13- She is very good at keeping secrets. You confide in her, she keeps it. She has a past that demanded it of her, so she knows how.

 

HC#14- She has a kinky side. Her darkness fuels it but it is all her. Pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure type thing. Though having a high tolerance, she is VERY selective who she allows to do such things with her, IF AT ALL! This is a side not many know about and few have ever engaged with her in. Kinda a secret. (Opps lol) She is a Switch....as she can be the Dominate one when it calls for it but will only ‘sub’ for the right person.

 

HC#15- She has never learned to lie. Being brought up the way she was, she learned that lies had no purpose and to do so brought pain. Though she doesn’t know how, she can tell when others do as their scents change and burns her nose and lies smell like sulfur. The closest she can get to telling a lie is to refrain from mentioning.

SWEET ILLUSION | June 15, 2016 | 5:25 p.m.

Words are spoken,

Emotions Fly,

Promises Broken,

Angels Cry,

Shattered Dreams,

Broken hearts,

Fragile Spirit

Torn Apart,

Empty Words,

Windless Breath,

Shallow thoughts,

Living Death,

Nothing but

A cruel Illuison,

My world's broken

Sweet Illusion! 

Wolf Run | June 13, 2016 | 5:35 p.m.

 Look into the eyes of wolves, you'll find no comfort there,

they watch you as you try to escape, they stand and stop and stare.

Their spirit is as wild and free as anything could be,

they mock the time the earth doth gives, and feasts on what we can't see.

they run with swiftness, fast and strong, their hearts know no fear,

they dance to lifes sweet song, one only they can hear.

their teeth are sharp and deadly, fear their mornful howl,

for wolves are stealthy and accurate, when hunting, on the prowl.

they move through the woods like ghosts, creatures of the night,

feasting, snarling, snapping, eating whatever doesn't escape their bite!

So hear the song of wolf cry, mournful, yet strong and brave,

and feel the fear rush upon you, for it it YOU they crave!

 

She was never afraid of the darkness...

 

pretty much!

When I die,

 

neither here nor there,
nor anywhere,
can compare to my bonnie fair.
Neither Stay nor Go,
nor Come as you are,
Can reach you when you're oh so far.
What I had, What I gained,
I left behind, and now feel no pain.
That's a lie, I whisper to myself,
To stop the questions,
To stop the looks,
To stop the stares,
I would go most anywhere.
Long do I seek,
To make right what was wronged,
To take back words of rash thought,
To make the 'weak', strong.
I tell myself, that life is good,
that to smile and nod,
is something, do, yes, I should.
But no one sees behind my dark dark eyes,
no one sees my tears, nor hears my cries.
I walk in darkness, like the night,
but I am not such a beautiful sight.
With pale skin, and dark dark hair,
with eyes like lanterns blowing in the wind,
With fangs, razor sharp, and scars that criss cross,
They tell the story of me, and my loss.
I am a ghost, pure and true,
and no one knows me, not even you, who think they do.
Look behind the dark and the pain,
will I ever be myself again?
and not this charade that I put on,
for people to see when comes the dawn.
I am myself, and can not change.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
So take me as I am, scars and all,
hear you now, my silent call?
Can you walk the path I tread,
where mostly dark, and fear and dead,
but fear not when I walk with you,
for though I am different, myself, is always true.
So neither here, nor there,
nor anywhere...
can someone come, and hear my prayer?
Walk with me when times get rough,
see the me I hide behind my walls,
and I swear, you, will never again fall,
to the mercy that is life,
Never again tastes its strife.
Life is valuable, it lingers,
even at the end,
but this will linger still, and never ever come again.
so catch it quick, and hold it close,
This moment swiftly flies, and even good things must end.
but not this feeling deep in me,
it forever and always...will BE!
~~Written by ME!~~
((something I am working on...will add more later.))

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