Monastic solitude

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Markie had a troubled childhood, her parents split when she was 5, then went on to remarry and by the time she hit puberty she had four stepbrothers plus her own brother. Her father had been violent to her mother which is why she left. Her stepmother or her stepmonster as she privately called her was overly critical and took every opportunity to make her feel unworthy of visiting her father. Her father for the most part had tamed his violent urges but for the most part didn't know what to deal with a daughter.

By the time she was eighteen she'd seen a lot of detention time for fighting, usually with some smart mouthed guy who had made a crude comment about her body. She was desperate to find solitude as it was revealed that violent temperaments ran in her dad's family. She'd broken free of the negative environment of his house at 16, to this day her stepmother still used every opportunity to make her feel insignificant.

So she was taken the summer before college to find some inner peace. Strangely enough it was among men that she was to find calm, at a monestary in the country. Markie had turned 18 last September and had grown up to be a strong lovely young woman, completely unaware of her physical beauty, and strongly distrustful of men in general.

She'd been in the monastery for a week, the fresh air, and the holy feeling of the place had done much to soothe her troubled spirit. She still felt awkward wearing the simple robes of a visitor, and she still had trouble meditating for an hour every day. She was simple glad to be away from the turbulence of her life even as she realized she needed to find a way to take the peacefulness back with her.



OOC so there could be a monk or a monk in training that is her guide and troubled by sexual longing, or some other visitor seeking solace.

 

[TheDeathClown]

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[intriguess]

She'd started one of those defensive fighting form flowing semi meditative things and was going through the motions somewhat awkwardly. She removed one of the wraps in order to have more freedom of movement. For some reason she was thinking about the food. The garden was beautiful and functional like most everything else in this place. She'd been painting murals, one of the reasons she'd been allowed to stay was that she had a great eye for beauty.

Markie's long dark hair was begining to bother her and she fidgetted debating whether to chop it off or not, and her train of thought was completely broken. She cursed herself softly and stretched briefly before heading to the kitchens. The monks dined at different times so she was never quite sure who she would see at the table.