Topic: In Search of Sanity and Home

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-07-07 13:51 EST
She left the Inn, after Cassandra?s confession of who she was, at a dead run. Her lungs burned in protest as she pushed her body beyond what it could handle, panting breaths gasped in. Thin fey-slippers pounded on the cobblestone streets of RhyDin during midmorning as she jostled passed merchant and patrons alike. She stumbled once, falling to the ground with a young girl in a mess of limbs. She quickly went about getting them both to their feet only to cry out when emerald eyes smiled up at her from beneath a mop of lavender hair in apology. She turned and ran once more, leaving the puzzled little brunette with honey colored eyes to stare after her.

There was only one place she could think of to go, to reason through these mad thoughts pounding in her brain and get control of herself once more. Control was important. Control was needed to function. Functioning was needed to keep alive. She had been doing botched job of it all since she had stepped foot in the city once more.

She pushed through the trees and bushes that made up the woods, heedless to the small cuts and bruises that were earning their mark on her. She burst through the woods into the familiar clearing with sweat beading on her forehead as she was dressed far too warmly for the pleasant summer day; dark clothing hiding away her bandaged and bruised body from prying eyes. She threw down the sword from her back into the overgrown grass as she moved along the path to the ruins of the Forsaken Blade Clubhouse. Here, she was home.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-07-07 14:22 EST
She stumbled along the path with tears obscuring her vision. Fortunately, her feet knew the way. She only stopped at the point where the actual structure used to stand near the front door that no one used and settled down on her knees in a pile of black ash. She grasped for words to relieve the pressure crushing her chest although there was no one around to listen but Jewell could only make out a strangled cry as she hid her face behind bandaged hands.

Cassandra being Alex?s daughter infuriated her, maddened her, made her want to lash out at him. It hurt. All this talk of her disloyalty, her infidelity, and so on and so forth until her ears would bleed was nonsense, absolute trash. She had been loyal, so very extremely loyal until the very end when who knew where he was, what he was doing, who he was doing. She took her stand, turned her back. True love wasn?t worth the heartache and the loneliness anymore. But he couldn?t understand that, could he? He hadn?t been lonely. No, he had found comfort in someone else?s arms and had the audacity to turn around and accuse her of doing the same.

She soaked the bandages on her hands, crying out her rage and frustration. This was the final cut. There had always been that faint glimmer of hope for them buried deep inside and never visited. They could be with others, live out life separately, but someday they would be together again, right? Right? No. The presence of Cassandra, her very existence, snuffed out that distant dream and made it as if it never were.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-07-07 14:39 EST
When tears were dried and could do no more for her, Jewell laid back amongst the ash and rubble of the clubhouse to watch the clouds go by. She could keep herself together; this mere stumbling block wouldn?t break her down. Yes, that?s all her relationship-former relationship-was, a stumbling block for her to jump over and keep on walking. She spent a month reforming that steel resolve inside her and all she needed was time to wade through the ripples that Alex caused.

Ripples, like the sea before a storm. That?s what the fight with Brian was too, a mere ripple in her calm. Harsh words and accusations merely parted around her. She was Jewell Ravenlock and she was loved. The present was unpleasant but the past held choice memories to cling to that could only be repeated in the future. If she was excluded from her family-wasn?t it in shambles anyway?-she would move on. She was Jewell Ravenlock and she was loved. She would never be without a home, a family of some sort.

She repeated reassuring promises and sweet words to herself over and over, lips moving silently in accordance with the mantras in her mind as she traced shapes in the sky with a single finger.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-07-08 06:32 EST
Brian witnessed the running of the Jewell, or so to speak and immediately followed in pursuit from the second floor of the Inn. While Jewell was fast, Brian was tedious and tracking her would not be too hard of an ordeal give her frame of mind, and the recklessness in which she pressed herself. Brian knew this was not going to end well by any means, given Lucy and Alex's machinations, Brian and Jewell's fight and top it off with a side of Cassandra, and you have one very screwed seventy-two hours, for the recently arrived Empress.

Doing everything he could to keep a bit of a distance from Jewell, Brian followed her as she raced down the cobblestone street, and heard the commotion caused from her collision with the young lady. Offering sincere apologies, Brian continued on. Brian knew she couldn't go home, given the fact that home was about to be razed to the ground, so he pressed himself so the trail would not get too cold. Luckily, a very attractive Empress tearing through town as if her life depended on it, made for decent chatter and gave Brian a good idea of where she was going.

Upon leaving the city and coming to the woods, Brian found exactly, where she had made entry. The broken and twisted branches easily gave her away, as Brian wished all the subjects he had hunted before made it this easy.. But this was not a subject, and this was not a hunt. This was a sister he dearly loved, despite his harsh words, despite the anger and hurt of the last few weeks, despite the internal strife cause form outside force, he loved and adored her. There is nothing he would not do for her.

The branches did little to slow Brian down, as he ripped through them with no concern, soon he exited and came to the clearing. His hand wiped his arm a bit, as little scrapes nagged with a light itch. A glance about for a moment, and he pressed on once more. Brian soon found the sword on the ground, and knelt a moment as he took it in hand. Blue eyes narrowed a bit, as he examined it and deemed it Jewells. Sword in hand, Brian once more followed.

Soon Brian was standing before what was once the Forsaken Blades Clubhouse, granted he didn't know exactly what it was, in his eyes it was a ruined dwelling of some kind. He knew he was in the right place, when he heard his sister. Brian stood there, and listened to her cry.. It tore at him so much, so hear his sister in such distress, so know she is hurting so much, when he knew she deserved so much better. Brian waited, and waited until she quieted down. He didn't know how much time had passed, he was almost sure she had to know he was there. Slowly he approached, and made his way towards her through the rubble.

Brian found her laying atop rubble and ash, she reminded of him of the Jewell he used to fight all the time, bandaged up and laid out.. Just the way she used to leave him at times.. Still no matter how bad she looked, she was beautiful and strong in his eyes.. Brian stopped short of her, and took to a knee and looked about the area.. A slow sigh, as he set the sword down next to her and soon took a seat. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know if "I'm sorry" cut it this time. What he did know is he loved her and would die for her, she was his sister and no one could take that away. So he sat with her in silence.. Hoping she knew how he truly felt.