[Open RP]Delusional Child
Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 7:51 pm
"Wake up, wake up Aaron. If you don't wake up, your food'll spoil."
Aaron opened his eyes slowly, slowly after lifting a hand to brush the sleep from them. He yawned, and looked up. He took in the all too familiar figure of his mother. Tall, and skinny. Long, curly red hair falling to her shoulders, and the most beautiful green eyes one would ever have to pleasure of seeing. She was wearing a hand-knit dress, bright green. And her usual tattered leather gloves and shoes she wore that day as well.
As Aaron slowly came to his senses, he leaned forward and gave a lengthy stretch. He rose from his bed and walked over to the table, seeing some vegetables his mother had picked that morning all sat in a single bowl. Aaron grinned, it was the same thing he'd had many days in a row. It didn't matter to him though, he lived a happy life. Just he and his mother, a small home and their land.
When Aaron had finished eating, they both put on their work clothes and went outside. Aaron took a shovel, his only REAL tool, and began tilling the land to get it ready for planting. His mother had gone over to the bags where she stored her seeds and began going through them all, sorting them.
After a few hours of working, Aaron called out,
"Momma! I'm thirsty.. I think I will goto the well and draw us up some water!"
Aaron dropped the shovel and ran into his house, emerging shortly after with two buckets. As he neared the well, he began to grin. He'd always liked to draw the water from the well. It seemed, fun, to him. He tied a rope to one of the buckets and dropped it down into the well. He waited a moment, then drew it back up. Swishing around the water that had bene trapped within the bucket.
As he was untying the rope from the bucket, he heard something. Faint at first, then he recognized it as his mother, she was screaming.
"--Off me! Now! Why are-- THIS! STOP!"
"--OY! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO Y--!"
He dropped the bucket and ran to her voice, and there he saw it. A large, midnight black wolf attacking his mother. He stood there, frozen with fear as he looked at the wolf. It looked up, and they met eyes. Green, brilliant green eyes stared back at him. Then,
Darkness.
~
Aaron woke up to find himself sweating profusely. His midnight black hair dripping with coldness. He opened his bright green eyes and scanned over his location. He had fallen asleep beneath an apple tree outside of a town he knew all too well as Troll'sbane. He'd gone there when he was younger, after the death of his mother, and only living relative.
He still had nightmares from that day. They haunted him in his dreams, and sometimes even in his daily life. He would see the image of his mother in his mind, and then the wolf, and he would simply collapse. Sometimes he would cry, sometimes he would yell, and sometimes, he would freeze, his body looking oddly contorted and glued in that position.
Still, he lead a somewhat normal life. He'd stolen some clothing from a wandering merchant when he was younger, and to that day, still fit him. So he was clothed. And he also found himself with a large book filled with all sorts of ramblings and such. And more often than not he could be seen holding that same book.
Aaron himself was fairly tall, as he'd always been. He had midnight black hair, and brilliant green eyes. His face had an array of scars, though how he'd come to obtain them not even he knows. He was fairly muscular and his body was toned, yet he always seemed small for his height.
~
Aaron was never the same after his mother's death. He always seemed delusional afterwards, and his perception of reality as well as other things became severely flawed. Many people suggested that he may've been possessed by an evil spirit, or the subject of demonic possession.
Whatever it may've been. Aaron now spends most of his time around Troll'sbane.
Aaron opened his eyes slowly, slowly after lifting a hand to brush the sleep from them. He yawned, and looked up. He took in the all too familiar figure of his mother. Tall, and skinny. Long, curly red hair falling to her shoulders, and the most beautiful green eyes one would ever have to pleasure of seeing. She was wearing a hand-knit dress, bright green. And her usual tattered leather gloves and shoes she wore that day as well.
As Aaron slowly came to his senses, he leaned forward and gave a lengthy stretch. He rose from his bed and walked over to the table, seeing some vegetables his mother had picked that morning all sat in a single bowl. Aaron grinned, it was the same thing he'd had many days in a row. It didn't matter to him though, he lived a happy life. Just he and his mother, a small home and their land.
When Aaron had finished eating, they both put on their work clothes and went outside. Aaron took a shovel, his only REAL tool, and began tilling the land to get it ready for planting. His mother had gone over to the bags where she stored her seeds and began going through them all, sorting them.
After a few hours of working, Aaron called out,
"Momma! I'm thirsty.. I think I will goto the well and draw us up some water!"
Aaron dropped the shovel and ran into his house, emerging shortly after with two buckets. As he neared the well, he began to grin. He'd always liked to draw the water from the well. It seemed, fun, to him. He tied a rope to one of the buckets and dropped it down into the well. He waited a moment, then drew it back up. Swishing around the water that had bene trapped within the bucket.
As he was untying the rope from the bucket, he heard something. Faint at first, then he recognized it as his mother, she was screaming.
"--Off me! Now! Why are-- THIS! STOP!"
"--OY! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO Y--!"
He dropped the bucket and ran to her voice, and there he saw it. A large, midnight black wolf attacking his mother. He stood there, frozen with fear as he looked at the wolf. It looked up, and they met eyes. Green, brilliant green eyes stared back at him. Then,
Darkness.
~
Aaron woke up to find himself sweating profusely. His midnight black hair dripping with coldness. He opened his bright green eyes and scanned over his location. He had fallen asleep beneath an apple tree outside of a town he knew all too well as Troll'sbane. He'd gone there when he was younger, after the death of his mother, and only living relative.
He still had nightmares from that day. They haunted him in his dreams, and sometimes even in his daily life. He would see the image of his mother in his mind, and then the wolf, and he would simply collapse. Sometimes he would cry, sometimes he would yell, and sometimes, he would freeze, his body looking oddly contorted and glued in that position.
Still, he lead a somewhat normal life. He'd stolen some clothing from a wandering merchant when he was younger, and to that day, still fit him. So he was clothed. And he also found himself with a large book filled with all sorts of ramblings and such. And more often than not he could be seen holding that same book.
Aaron himself was fairly tall, as he'd always been. He had midnight black hair, and brilliant green eyes. His face had an array of scars, though how he'd come to obtain them not even he knows. He was fairly muscular and his body was toned, yet he always seemed small for his height.
~
Aaron was never the same after his mother's death. He always seemed delusional afterwards, and his perception of reality as well as other things became severely flawed. Many people suggested that he may've been possessed by an evil spirit, or the subject of demonic possession.
Whatever it may've been. Aaron now spends most of his time around Troll'sbane.