Dropping the logs next to the fire, Astrid knelt on the woven blanket and piled the logs into the flames. The guests would be due any moment, and she wanted to have a warm fire to greet them. From what she understood, their journey had been long and arduous. The circumstances surrounding she hadn’t yet been made aware, but come what may, they would face it head on.
Her father always told her, “Never trust a man because of his looks or the past he gives you. Even in light there can be darkness, but shielded from view. Always assume the worst until proven otherwise, but never let your game be shown”. He had been a wise man, a strong figure in her life and the nearest town, but even he had been bested by figures unknown. On the day of her parents funeral she made a vow; be smarter and stronger than the rest. More than once this ideal had cost her friends and acquaintances, but at the end of the day it was better to be alone than make a enemy through a hard decision. The less people involved, the more secrets you were able to keep, thereby protecting yourself and those around you. She’d give these people time to show their true selves. After all, the honeymoon phase never lasted, did it?
Turning to the low table, she set about cutting the onions, and lettuce for the burgers, then finally the potatoes. These she cut into strips for homemade French fries. With the fire nearly roaring, it wouldn’t take long to heat the oil and get the fries to the perfect consistency. The meat was already formed into the perfect shape, and the stone cooking tablet smothered with grease placed on a small patch of wood to heat. The patties were mixed with mint, lemon pepper, and a little salt to give it a hint of flavor. If the visitors didn’t like the taste, they could starve or cook something later at their own cabin. This was more customary than necessary, but her mother taught her to always give when needed. With the road they’d traveled, food, tea, and rest would be the order of the day.
Once the hot stone was ready, she placed the fare onto cook and took to the cauldron to draw out the heated water for tea. Lemon balm would be the order of the day; enough to relax, but also give strength, and help aid in digestion. With the day nearing its end, they’d need the sustenance to unwind and find their bearings. There would be work to do tomorrow if they couldn’t afford to pay. This wasn’t a charity, and she wouldn’t let them skate by. The others found out quickly enough, but their prices had been higher than most. After all, it was their lives that had been saved and she’d come through on every promise she’d made. Here’s hoping they paid it forward.
The sound of tires on the snow covered road made her freeze, her hand straying to the hatchet she carried at her side. It was true that there were people who would love to find her and pay her in kind for helping their victims escape, but they’d find their share of blood on the ground by the time she finished, and the local wolves would enjoy the leftover feast. Crouching behind the bramble, she’d wait for confirmation of the occupant before making her presence known. If a foe, she’d have the upper hand. If not, well, at least she wouldn’t scare them by the sight. Either way, the evening promised to be eventful, and it had been awhile since she’d had a good fight to speak of.
Bring it on.
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Hello everyone. Hope this finds you well.
I’m hoping to find a partner (maybe partners depending on how you want this go to) for a story that really isn’t yet in the making. I have a character, her bio, and a setting, but I’m wanting to collaborate with people who can keep a story going. Be mindful that this will not be fantasy; no magical powers or supernatural beings. This is based on real life, so the events will need to follow suit.
Your character could be on the run from life, someone who wants to hurt them, or maybe they’re wanting to hurt her. They could also be just enjoying the time away, and they find a new life they like while staying there. The possibilities are endless!
There are, however, a few rules.
1) 18+ only. I don’t mind writing with anyone, but this role play will contain elements of gruesome battles, tortures, hunting animals for survival, as well as possible murders. I will spare no details when I write, so be aware.
2) Willing and able to play a male character. I, sadly, have never been able to portray one accurately, so I look to others for guidance and inspiration. To go with this, no anime photos. I have nothing against it, but as this is a real world role play, I need real world photos.
3) I’m seeking multi-paragraph writers. I allow a paragraph during conversation, but the rest of the time, I want content to be able to work with.
4) Can post once a day or every couple of days. I understand real life happens. Trust me; I have school, helping my mother around the house, night time cleaning and cooking, as well as an off sleep schedule. If you can’t post, just tell me! I’m willing to work with you, but if a week goes by and I don’t hear from you, I will have to call it off. No matter what, communicate.
5) This rule goes with the last, but deserves its own number; if you fall out of interest, please just tell me! Don’t go silent. I’ll understand.
If you’re interested, please comment below, or send me a PM with the heading "The Haven".
I hope to hear from you soon!
(Character biography and photos will be sent through PM)
Her father always told her, “Never trust a man because of his looks or the past he gives you. Even in light there can be darkness, but shielded from view. Always assume the worst until proven otherwise, but never let your game be shown”. He had been a wise man, a strong figure in her life and the nearest town, but even he had been bested by figures unknown. On the day of her parents funeral she made a vow; be smarter and stronger than the rest. More than once this ideal had cost her friends and acquaintances, but at the end of the day it was better to be alone than make a enemy through a hard decision. The less people involved, the more secrets you were able to keep, thereby protecting yourself and those around you. She’d give these people time to show their true selves. After all, the honeymoon phase never lasted, did it?
Turning to the low table, she set about cutting the onions, and lettuce for the burgers, then finally the potatoes. These she cut into strips for homemade French fries. With the fire nearly roaring, it wouldn’t take long to heat the oil and get the fries to the perfect consistency. The meat was already formed into the perfect shape, and the stone cooking tablet smothered with grease placed on a small patch of wood to heat. The patties were mixed with mint, lemon pepper, and a little salt to give it a hint of flavor. If the visitors didn’t like the taste, they could starve or cook something later at their own cabin. This was more customary than necessary, but her mother taught her to always give when needed. With the road they’d traveled, food, tea, and rest would be the order of the day.
Once the hot stone was ready, she placed the fare onto cook and took to the cauldron to draw out the heated water for tea. Lemon balm would be the order of the day; enough to relax, but also give strength, and help aid in digestion. With the day nearing its end, they’d need the sustenance to unwind and find their bearings. There would be work to do tomorrow if they couldn’t afford to pay. This wasn’t a charity, and she wouldn’t let them skate by. The others found out quickly enough, but their prices had been higher than most. After all, it was their lives that had been saved and she’d come through on every promise she’d made. Here’s hoping they paid it forward.
The sound of tires on the snow covered road made her freeze, her hand straying to the hatchet she carried at her side. It was true that there were people who would love to find her and pay her in kind for helping their victims escape, but they’d find their share of blood on the ground by the time she finished, and the local wolves would enjoy the leftover feast. Crouching behind the bramble, she’d wait for confirmation of the occupant before making her presence known. If a foe, she’d have the upper hand. If not, well, at least she wouldn’t scare them by the sight. Either way, the evening promised to be eventful, and it had been awhile since she’d had a good fight to speak of.
Bring it on.
~~~~~~
Hello everyone. Hope this finds you well.
I’m hoping to find a partner (maybe partners depending on how you want this go to) for a story that really isn’t yet in the making. I have a character, her bio, and a setting, but I’m wanting to collaborate with people who can keep a story going. Be mindful that this will not be fantasy; no magical powers or supernatural beings. This is based on real life, so the events will need to follow suit.
Your character could be on the run from life, someone who wants to hurt them, or maybe they’re wanting to hurt her. They could also be just enjoying the time away, and they find a new life they like while staying there. The possibilities are endless!
There are, however, a few rules.
1) 18+ only. I don’t mind writing with anyone, but this role play will contain elements of gruesome battles, tortures, hunting animals for survival, as well as possible murders. I will spare no details when I write, so be aware.
2) Willing and able to play a male character. I, sadly, have never been able to portray one accurately, so I look to others for guidance and inspiration. To go with this, no anime photos. I have nothing against it, but as this is a real world role play, I need real world photos.
3) I’m seeking multi-paragraph writers. I allow a paragraph during conversation, but the rest of the time, I want content to be able to work with.
4) Can post once a day or every couple of days. I understand real life happens. Trust me; I have school, helping my mother around the house, night time cleaning and cooking, as well as an off sleep schedule. If you can’t post, just tell me! I’m willing to work with you, but if a week goes by and I don’t hear from you, I will have to call it off. No matter what, communicate.
5) This rule goes with the last, but deserves its own number; if you fall out of interest, please just tell me! Don’t go silent. I’ll understand.
If you’re interested, please comment below, or send me a PM with the heading "The Haven".
I hope to hear from you soon!
(Character biography and photos will be sent through PM)
