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A/N: My main character is one you probably don't remember: from Black Gryphon, there's a kestra'chern called Jaseen who is in a fight with a kestra'chern called Lily. I'm telling Jaseen's story... next time maybe I'll tell Lily's.
Please review, because I love reviews, and they help make me a stronger writer! I'm finally beginning now, have fun reading.
Updated: 6/10/04 to add small tidbits and edit
Chapter 1: Breakup
Jaseen was awake, once again, at an hour where the rest of the world was fondly asleep. Her newest lover, Larle, was not a sound sleeper- as she was reminded every night. She was amidst the luxury of the King's court, which was why she had chosen her newest bedmate- she was the queen of charming men, and even better at breaking up with them, which most men knew. However, some just couldn't resist her big, strong, blonde beauty and her friendly and flirtatious nature. They all thought that somehow, they could manage to clinch the girl which the rest couldn't. A rustle sounded from the bed, while Larle rolled over.
Tonight, as all nights, the two remained in Larle's suite and made love. However, as always, Larle did not seem to gain pleasure from it. He never looked happy, or pleasured at the end of their love fest. Rather, he made love mechanically, and didn't look as if he obtained any pleasure from the experience.
I wonder why? What a mystery. He has never seemed to enjoy any women's company.
"Dearheart, why are you awake at this hour?" Larle asked, flirtatiously. However, he was suspicious of her, as were most men in the city- Jaseen's reputation was huge, and most of it negative.
"I just woke, Larle," Jaseen murmured. "But, I don't think we're really right for each other. Our relationship..."
Larle interrupted briskly. "WHAT??? I can't believe you! Everything was going perfectly, our relationship was smooth, and you are breaking up with me?" Larle was in a rage, and Jaseen tried another touch of her flirtatious powers.
"But, come on," she said, stroking his arm gently, "you must admit we would both be better off with other partners." Larle snapped back, hitting her arm violently. Jaseen jumped back with a yelp.
"You are rejecting me. I am the personal assistant to the chief advisor of the King!" With this long, yet fairly low-ranked title, Jaseen stifled a low chuckle, which Larle luckily did not hear. "You are shunning Ma'ar's personal assistant! You are going to be sorry for this later." Jaseen was beginning to wonder why he was so insulted. None of her other lovers had reacted this... well, violently.
By the Kaled'a'in lady! He knew I would break up with him, didn't he? Neither of us was having fun- he didn't even get any pleasure out of it! Not that he looked like he ever has...I hope he isn't violent enough to truly threaten me!
"You are my bedmate and lover, Jaseen, and that is what you will remain!" Larle rose a hand to strike her, and Jaseen rapidly scurried out of his room, slamming the door behind her.
Vindictive Larle! There was no sign of that the way he acted before. He must be in love with my beauty.
Vain girl! Larle may be a serious problem for you. Go speak to your brother about him. He'll know what to do.
Confident, as always, in her older brother's superior knowledge, Jaseen walked down to her room in the Lower City in an exhausted stupor, as the quality of the city slowly lowered. Eventually, she found her way down to the low-life part of the city, infested with criminals and women selling themselves. The buildings changed from rich, white palaces to dirty, ragged houses. The buildings were a musty dirty brown in color, and were leaning slightly, as if they could fall over at any moment.
Jaseen made her way through, attempting to avoid the pickpockets and villains who made their living down in this part of town. Finally, she got home to her small room, collapsed onto her cot, and fell into a deep secure sleep, dreaming of floating gryphons and hertasi as the "fictional creatures" that Jaseen thought they were. Little did Jaseen know, this would be her last full night of rest and dreams for another three years.
A/N: I had to end somewhere! I don't know what happens next, I'll need to work on that... if you read, please review, because this is my first fanfic and I need somewhere to begin. Sorry about the short chapter, it's shorter than what I'll try to make the others, but it seemed a natural place to break, so there it is. Please R&R, thanks for reading! Any advice appreciated, please, hope you enjoyed it so far!
Wind to thy wings, Breezefire
A/N: My main character is one you probably don't remember: from Black Gryphon, there's a kestra'chern called Jaseen who is in a fight with a kestra'chern called Lily. I'm telling Jaseen's story... next time maybe I'll tell Lily's.
Please review, because I love reviews, and they help make me a stronger writer! I'm finally beginning now, have fun reading.
Updated: 6/10/04 to add small tidbits and edit
Chapter 1: Breakup
Jaseen was awake, once again, at an hour where the rest of the world was fondly asleep. Her newest lover, Larle, was not a sound sleeper- as she was reminded every night. She was amidst the luxury of the King's court, which was why she had chosen her newest bedmate- she was the queen of charming men, and even better at breaking up with them, which most men knew. However, some just couldn't resist her big, strong, blonde beauty and her friendly and flirtatious nature. They all thought that somehow, they could manage to clinch the girl which the rest couldn't. A rustle sounded from the bed, while Larle rolled over.
Tonight, as all nights, the two remained in Larle's suite and made love. However, as always, Larle did not seem to gain pleasure from it. He never looked happy, or pleasured at the end of their love fest. Rather, he made love mechanically, and didn't look as if he obtained any pleasure from the experience.
I wonder why? What a mystery. He has never seemed to enjoy any women's company.
"Dearheart, why are you awake at this hour?" Larle asked, flirtatiously. However, he was suspicious of her, as were most men in the city- Jaseen's reputation was huge, and most of it negative.
"I just woke, Larle," Jaseen murmured. "But, I don't think we're really right for each other. Our relationship..."
Larle interrupted briskly. "WHAT??? I can't believe you! Everything was going perfectly, our relationship was smooth, and you are breaking up with me?" Larle was in a rage, and Jaseen tried another touch of her flirtatious powers.
"But, come on," she said, stroking his arm gently, "you must admit we would both be better off with other partners." Larle snapped back, hitting her arm violently. Jaseen jumped back with a yelp.
"You are rejecting me. I am the personal assistant to the chief advisor of the King!" With this long, yet fairly low-ranked title, Jaseen stifled a low chuckle, which Larle luckily did not hear. "You are shunning Ma'ar's personal assistant! You are going to be sorry for this later." Jaseen was beginning to wonder why he was so insulted. None of her other lovers had reacted this... well, violently.
By the Kaled'a'in lady! He knew I would break up with him, didn't he? Neither of us was having fun- he didn't even get any pleasure out of it! Not that he looked like he ever has...I hope he isn't violent enough to truly threaten me!
"You are my bedmate and lover, Jaseen, and that is what you will remain!" Larle rose a hand to strike her, and Jaseen rapidly scurried out of his room, slamming the door behind her.
Vindictive Larle! There was no sign of that the way he acted before. He must be in love with my beauty.
Vain girl! Larle may be a serious problem for you. Go speak to your brother about him. He'll know what to do.
Confident, as always, in her older brother's superior knowledge, Jaseen walked down to her room in the Lower City in an exhausted stupor, as the quality of the city slowly lowered. Eventually, she found her way down to the low-life part of the city, infested with criminals and women selling themselves. The buildings changed from rich, white palaces to dirty, ragged houses. The buildings were a musty dirty brown in color, and were leaning slightly, as if they could fall over at any moment.
Jaseen made her way through, attempting to avoid the pickpockets and villains who made their living down in this part of town. Finally, she got home to her small room, collapsed onto her cot, and fell into a deep secure sleep, dreaming of floating gryphons and hertasi as the "fictional creatures" that Jaseen thought they were. Little did Jaseen know, this would be her last full night of rest and dreams for another three years.
A/N: I had to end somewhere! I don't know what happens next, I'll need to work on that... if you read, please review, because this is my first fanfic and I need somewhere to begin. Sorry about the short chapter, it's shorter than what I'll try to make the others, but it seemed a natural place to break, so there it is. Please R&R, thanks for reading! Any advice appreciated, please, hope you enjoyed it so far!
Wind to thy wings, Breezefire