Of: Me

Well, besides my story...I suppose I can use this as a regular blogging site also. Lets start with the basics on me shall we?

Name: Sharelle

Age: in my early twenties

Location: Somewhere not near you

Hobbies: Drawing, dancing, jamming to music, hanging with friends.

Peeves: Stacked circular logs, muscle twitches, frozen puters...list goes on.

Temperment: It varies from day to day, like everyone else. It also depends on the people I'm with and the situation I'm in. I can be smilely kind one minute then the very next be hella annoyed and want to get away and out!

Education: Finished high school with diploma, went to a college my ma wanted me to go for a year, now I'm looking into an art school in Chicago, major in dance.

Love: Dancing, mexican and chinese/mongolian style food.

Dream: To become a choreographer...visit Italy one day.

And that is pretty much me in a nutshell.

First post!

Hello, my name is Sharelle and I've chosen to use this site as a means to write my story I've in the process of writing. I've been wanting to write a story for the longest time, but never could seem to find the perfect plot or storyline. But yesterday as I was thumbing thru my favorite fantasy story (The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly) a thought came to me and I decided to run with it.
I started planning and typing. This first part is going to be in the middle of the story, because I needed some creative juices flowing. If you like what you read, suscribe to follow the story!
Here is what I started.

Wolf sat down near the warmth of the fire, its light cast dancing rays over his black glistening fur. Grace sat comfortably on the ground, her shawl neatly folded underneath her to substitute a seat.
Wolf began a story.

Once upon a time, there was a man who lived with his wife in a small cabin deep in the middle of the forest. This man loved his wife dearly, as she loved him. One day while the man was out hunting, a woman appeared behind him, startling the man. She said that she had been watching him for sometime now, telling him that she was the Queen of the forest and that if he left his wife and married her; in return he could be king and rule the land with riches he could not even imagine. The man respectfully declined, affirming his love for his wife. The woman asked yet again, running a hand over the man’s chin, her voice a little softer, seductive. He stepped back, turning his head away from her cold touch and answered the same. She smiled at him and replied. “I will return for the next 3 days with this same question, and if your answer has not changed, I will take away your wife and see to it that you never see her again.”

After saying what she wanted she turned around and walked away, leaving the man confused, stunned and afraid. He watched to make sure she had left then returned home to his wife, not telling of his happening so not to bring fear upon her. Everyday, just as she had said, the Queen visited the man out in the woods while he was hunting, asking the same question. And everyday the man turned down her offer, sending her back alone. But on the third day, when she appeared, she looked at him and said. “This is your last chance, accept my offer and come live with me in my palace. Choose your next words wisely.” He stood quiet for a moment, remembering the threat she had given if he did not agree to her proposal. “I love my wife, and nothing you can do will ever separate us.” The Queen screamed in a fit of anger. After seemingly settling down, she spoke these words to him. “Go to your wife, she is safe. I can see you love her, what kind of woman would I be if I ever separated that?” Her smile made the man shiver for it was not one of sympathy but sly and cunning. He jumped on his horse and rode towards home only to find that his wife was lying dead on the floor, an arrow in her chest. The man wept over her limp body for hours, holding her close.

After a day he stormed to the castle, the Queen was standing at the gate as if expecting him. He drew an arrow but before he could take his shot, she threw her hands in the air, chanting words he could not understand. In a split second the bow dropped from what used to be his hands, but were now huge paws. His body was transforming, thick black fur grew everywhere, his face turned into that of a wolf’s then he dropped down to all fours.
He looked up at the Queen, her stare pierced and she wore that same cunning smile. “You have three days to reconsider my offer. On the third day, if you do not, I will send my most skillful hunter to capture you. Pray to your gods if that day comes, for I will not be merciful towards you. A snarl deep within his throat grumbled from him and then he turned around and swiftly ran away.

The wolf ran until he could run no more and came to a high cave. It was there he decided he would hide, waiting for the hunter to pass by. He nimbly climbed the rocks and reached the mouth of the dark cave. Before he entered, Wolf turned around and faced the forest. With his head raised high, he let out a howl, one not of anger but mourning. The echo ran deep within the forest. Far off he knew the Queen could hear him; he wanted her to hear his cry and plea.

Wolf stopped, his stare sat into the dancing flames. Grace could see the sadness in his eyes and she felt pity towards the creature for she knew he had just told his story. A question beckoned her, but decided it was best to leave it be at the moment. Instead she crawled and sat next to him and slowly placed a hand on his back. The kind gesture made his eyes soften and his muscles less tense. He allowed her to caress his fur for a moment and then he abruptly stood up, causing Grace to gasp at his quickness.

She sat alone by the fire as he walked towards the edge of the cave. He raised his head towards the silver moonlight and let out a howl as he had done so many nights before. The deep, slow tone made Grace shiver. She listened and watched Wolf, suddenly she saw him in a different light. For that one moment he was tender, emotion shown through out his whole body. She stood up and walked towards him. Wolf allowed her near presence, maybe even welcomed her. They sat together at the caves edge looking out, the silence was eerie to Grace, but inside she knew she was safe with him.
“I’m heading to sleep.” Wolf said, breaking the silence between them. He stood up and turned into the dark cave.
“Thank you.” She said. The soft padding of the wolf’s feet stopped and she could feel him looking at her in the darkness. Wolf knew what she meant and as she turned around and met his eyes. He lowered his head in a bow, but never broke the gaze between them, then lay by the fire. Grace sat alone at the caves edge for a moment longer before she too crept by the warmth of the glowing fire. Tonight, she lay closer to the creature, no longer seeing his as a beast as she once did. The warmth made her comfortable and she dozed into a deep sleep. Wolf opened his eyes, catching the sight of her small figure curled up on the ground. Inside he felt kindness towards the girl. A kindness he once knew in another woman.

The thought of his wife made him cringe in silent pain. He rolled over just to make sure Grace wouldn’t awaken and see his tears. Hours passed and the fire dimmed to glowing coals until it finally died out, leaving dark charcoal in its place.