i am a lion and i want to be free
lion
do you see a lion when you look inside of me?
Nighttime. The gentle, yet cold breeze swept through the lonely plain and mountains surrounding the sleeping cities of Fiore, brushing past the immense plains of perfect, green grass. There could be nothing heard, on those majestic plains; silence reigned in the scene, bathing everything in bliss from the lack of sound, of bothersome, tiring noise, which tortured the poor minds of the already exhausted people in daytime. It was no mystery why many enjoyed nighttime; it was all so peaceful. So... harmonical and pure.
Yet, not everything in the night was harmonic and pure. Even in daytime, there were a plethora of things, people, and even locations, that were cursed for life, and regardless of the time, remained like that. Nothing could appease them, nothing could make these locations look less terrifying or preoccupying. Stories of their past, spread through all Fiore gave certain locations a gloomy, scary fame , making people avoid them at all cost. Yet, did everyone avoid those places? Or were there people, foolish enough, as to go to them? And were those people foolish, in reality? Who knew; perhaps they were foolish; insane, even. Or perhaps they felt at peace in the places that related to their soul. After all, only the cursed souls felt at ease in malevolent locations.
Staring at the majestic, black building before her, a petite figure stood tall in the night, standing out as the only person out this late at night, when everyone else was either asleep, trying to get some hours of relax and rest before the next day of work, or with their families. Yet; there it was, the small feminine figure, out late at night, standing tall and fearsome before one of the most well-known buildings in Fiore; the Haunted Castle. Deemed wicked due to the legends and eerie occurances within it, the unexplicable dissapearances and weird stories about it, humanity has kept the tradition of staying away from that castle. Yet; Janneline Ariel, fearless as she was, didn't. Blonde, straight locks, falling on her back like a waterfall of gold, icy blue eyes scanning the bulding before her with unhidden interest, the Savage Skull Guildmaster crossed her hands over her chest, her skin making contact with the perfect, short silky red dress, falling on her petite, yet with some nice to the eye curves. Biting her lip softly, impatiently tapping her heel against the stone path beneath her feet, the girl leaned against a nearby pillar, sighing in expectation.
So many things had changed in her life. Aside from her physical appearance. No longer was she a simple member of Savage Skull; she had risen through the ranks somehow, and had been left in charge as the Guildmaster. Harrigan had left, leaving the Guild in her hands and destroying the world she knew. Janna, being who she was, a homunculus created to be the perfect knight, had suddenly became the leader of a dark, twisted army, losing the person she had sworn to be loyal to until death. Naturally, the sudden change of position, the sudden rise to the position she had desired for so long, yet never dared to try to achieve due to her unconditional loyalty, had confused the blonde, making her take a few days off, a few days alone, to think through the entirely new scenario she was forming part of. It had not taken her too much time to recover from the shock and surprise of the events, yet when she had, the first thing she had done was to get to work, blaming herself for abandoning the guild for the few days she needed to assimilate the news and make a strategy on how to act further. Ever since then, she had been burried in responsibilities; paperwork, spying on legal guilds, planning how the alliances with the other dark guilds, and so forth. The new chapter she was beginning in her life, not as a simple member, but as a Guild Master, had been marked by the endless work.
Yet not long ago, something had arrived that caught her attention enough to make her forget about her obligations for a while, and focus on the simple task that had made its way to her busy hands. One afternoon; a simple, silent, dark afternoon, like any other in the Savage Skull guildhall, a package had arriven to her; sent by a masked person who had refused to reveal his identity. Albeit suspicious at first about the content of the package because of the masked person, Janna had ended up opening the mysterious object, neatly wrapped, with a perfect handwriting on top, her name written and clearly visible, her curiosity killing her on the inside. She wanted to see what the inside hid, what was the object she had received; and why her. Her surprise when she discovered it was an apparently old book, and a letter, again adressed to her, had been immense. Almost as big as it had been, when she read what the letter said, which had caused a nuclear bomb of feelings to explode in her inside; curiosity, for the task she had been given was a rather peculiar one; excitement, for it involved someone that Janna was genuinely interested in; and determination, for she wanted to complete the task at all costs. She had been hired, to mentor a certain member of a Dark Guild; an arrogant blonde with a Royalty complex, whom she had met a cold night in Rose Garden, and who had quickly become someone she had taken interested in; for his attitude, so similar to hers, attracted her to him. The idea of meeting him once again made Janna rather excited; not excited like a teenager who would meet her boyfriend after a long time of being separated; but excited and curious for the outcome of the little meeting.
Would he still remember her? Would he even want to see her again? Would he come to the Haunted Castle? Janna had invited him to come over in a simple letter, she had sent to the Tartarus guild member, explaining that she and him had to deal with some rather important and peculiar "business" matters. She wondered, really wondered, if he'd bother to come. He should want to see her; they had separated on good terms, and after a rather... entertaining night. There was no reason for him to not want to see her. Although... Would he recognise her? How would he react to her new appearance? So many questions occupied the blonde's mind, making her shake her head in exhaustion, her blue eyes calmly set on the moon.
She would, hopefully, get the answer to all these questions soon enough.
Yet, not everything in the night was harmonic and pure. Even in daytime, there were a plethora of things, people, and even locations, that were cursed for life, and regardless of the time, remained like that. Nothing could appease them, nothing could make these locations look less terrifying or preoccupying. Stories of their past, spread through all Fiore gave certain locations a gloomy, scary fame , making people avoid them at all cost. Yet, did everyone avoid those places? Or were there people, foolish enough, as to go to them? And were those people foolish, in reality? Who knew; perhaps they were foolish; insane, even. Or perhaps they felt at peace in the places that related to their soul. After all, only the cursed souls felt at ease in malevolent locations.
Staring at the majestic, black building before her, a petite figure stood tall in the night, standing out as the only person out this late at night, when everyone else was either asleep, trying to get some hours of relax and rest before the next day of work, or with their families. Yet; there it was, the small feminine figure, out late at night, standing tall and fearsome before one of the most well-known buildings in Fiore; the Haunted Castle. Deemed wicked due to the legends and eerie occurances within it, the unexplicable dissapearances and weird stories about it, humanity has kept the tradition of staying away from that castle. Yet; Janneline Ariel, fearless as she was, didn't. Blonde, straight locks, falling on her back like a waterfall of gold, icy blue eyes scanning the bulding before her with unhidden interest, the Savage Skull Guildmaster crossed her hands over her chest, her skin making contact with the perfect, short silky red dress, falling on her petite, yet with some nice to the eye curves. Biting her lip softly, impatiently tapping her heel against the stone path beneath her feet, the girl leaned against a nearby pillar, sighing in expectation.
So many things had changed in her life. Aside from her physical appearance. No longer was she a simple member of Savage Skull; she had risen through the ranks somehow, and had been left in charge as the Guildmaster. Harrigan had left, leaving the Guild in her hands and destroying the world she knew. Janna, being who she was, a homunculus created to be the perfect knight, had suddenly became the leader of a dark, twisted army, losing the person she had sworn to be loyal to until death. Naturally, the sudden change of position, the sudden rise to the position she had desired for so long, yet never dared to try to achieve due to her unconditional loyalty, had confused the blonde, making her take a few days off, a few days alone, to think through the entirely new scenario she was forming part of. It had not taken her too much time to recover from the shock and surprise of the events, yet when she had, the first thing she had done was to get to work, blaming herself for abandoning the guild for the few days she needed to assimilate the news and make a strategy on how to act further. Ever since then, she had been burried in responsibilities; paperwork, spying on legal guilds, planning how the alliances with the other dark guilds, and so forth. The new chapter she was beginning in her life, not as a simple member, but as a Guild Master, had been marked by the endless work.
Yet not long ago, something had arrived that caught her attention enough to make her forget about her obligations for a while, and focus on the simple task that had made its way to her busy hands. One afternoon; a simple, silent, dark afternoon, like any other in the Savage Skull guildhall, a package had arriven to her; sent by a masked person who had refused to reveal his identity. Albeit suspicious at first about the content of the package because of the masked person, Janna had ended up opening the mysterious object, neatly wrapped, with a perfect handwriting on top, her name written and clearly visible, her curiosity killing her on the inside. She wanted to see what the inside hid, what was the object she had received; and why her. Her surprise when she discovered it was an apparently old book, and a letter, again adressed to her, had been immense. Almost as big as it had been, when she read what the letter said, which had caused a nuclear bomb of feelings to explode in her inside; curiosity, for the task she had been given was a rather peculiar one; excitement, for it involved someone that Janna was genuinely interested in; and determination, for she wanted to complete the task at all costs. She had been hired, to mentor a certain member of a Dark Guild; an arrogant blonde with a Royalty complex, whom she had met a cold night in Rose Garden, and who had quickly become someone she had taken interested in; for his attitude, so similar to hers, attracted her to him. The idea of meeting him once again made Janna rather excited; not excited like a teenager who would meet her boyfriend after a long time of being separated; but excited and curious for the outcome of the little meeting.
Would he still remember her? Would he even want to see her again? Would he come to the Haunted Castle? Janna had invited him to come over in a simple letter, she had sent to the Tartarus guild member, explaining that she and him had to deal with some rather important and peculiar "business" matters. She wondered, really wondered, if he'd bother to come. He should want to see her; they had separated on good terms, and after a rather... entertaining night. There was no reason for him to not want to see her. Although... Would he recognise her? How would he react to her new appearance? So many questions occupied the blonde's mind, making her shake her head in exhaustion, her blue eyes calmly set on the moon.
She would, hopefully, get the answer to all these questions soon enough.
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Made by threshie of wicked wonderland.