This 'story' is about a young woman finding an injured wolf on her new-found property, caring for it until it is well enough to enter back into the wild. This thread is open currently for a male character, a wolfman creature who has the ability to be in the forms of both a man and a wolf (the wolf representing his 'inner' beast and lack of control). Please PM if interested, or feel free to post your response if you are confident...first in best dressed I presume (I am only new to this).
Take care.
Hills rolled flowingly together, engulfing the prosperous fields that lay delicately below. The scent of ripened grapes and symphonies of fragrant flowers overcame her senses, as her beaten truck coughed tiresomely amongst the hills. She had spent the first three years of her life in these hills, yet it had been several years since she had visited. The same Tuscan sun still was as warming and inviting, the same dirt roads weaving softly through the hills, the same assorted farms spread generously over the mass plains. Though, in the back of her mind she knew that everything else would be overwhelmingly different.
Memories of her mother and father and the story of her fairytale birth passed through Mirabelle’s mind as she continued along the dirt road. Her mother, a strong yet delicate woman, had escaped the rainy wrath of the English life. What started as a brief holiday turned into one of pure desire and lust upon meeting a young local Tuscan farmer. She was foreign to these lands, yet her father, the stubborn Tuscan man that he was, seduced her to a life of freedom and fantasy.
Her father’s voice echoed softly in her memory…“Nights of pure bliss and passionate love-making resulted in you, dear Mira”. She shuddered at the thought…she had always hated the way he spoke of the events of her birth. As far as she was concerned, the gruesome details could be kept between him and her mother. Besides, romance was never a thing she could stomach. The passion didn’t seem to last, however. Three years passed and her mother’s inevitable ‘itch’ urged her to leave for England once again, taking Mirabelle with her. That was the last time she saw her father.
Now 20 years later, she found herself amongst the familiar hills. Mirabelle sighed softly, urging the memories to fade as she turned into a rough stone driveway. It had been merely a month since the passing of her father, even longer since the passing of her mother. All that remained of her family was an old farmhouse her father left in her name.
Her truck struggled up the steep stone path then coughed to a stop. She sat in awe of the house before her. It was larger than what she remembered…though it seemed to have received numerous unsuccessful renovations over the years. Large pine trees surrounded the large house, hiding it from the main dirt road. She wearily tumbled from the car, the travel and heat had taken their toll on her petite frame. Though weak she found the strength to explore the exterior of the house, stumbling her way through endless weeds and rusty tools.
Her deeper inspection only confirmed her fears. The house was in worse condition than her initial impressions. Each new corner revealed more work that needed to be done. She collapsed upon the dirt path as tears ripped through her body, landing on a small path that ran through overgrown trees. Her mind was a mess of grief and hopelessness. She was alone in a foreign land, unable to speak the language with a house that seemed to need more work than she could handle.
“Dammit Mira, hold yourself together woman!” she demanded to herself as she forced herself to sit upright. Standing with a grunt, she pushed her way through the bush, only to be paralyzed with astonishment. The site before her rendered her mind silent as the realization of the magnitude of what she now owned overcame her. Slopes of sheer green land laced delicately with old lavender crops and dying grapevines spread softly into the forest that blanketed the hills far in the distance. A small lake nestled amongst overgrown shrubs reflected the setting sun. Brushing away a strand of her golden hair, she sighed softly, her sea-green eyes locked on the beautiful site before her...her mind finally at peace if only for a few moments.
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