Don't post to this, alright? I'm at my towns library and I'm doing this report thing... A stupid epic story thing about a hero... So, just DON'T post back! kk', thanks.
Carefully were the words that my heroine spoke. Words like magic so very soft, gentle to the ear. Strength was much needed in her every day schedule. Not only was the strength just of physical, but also her mental and emotional. Born as a human, it took others time to understand she could take care of them in ways they never saw fit.
Words spoken were, “Lay down before you hurt yourself.” Simply useless I was to my heroine. Finding out the woman’s name was hard for an old, ancient lad like myself. All right, that is more than likely hyperbole. Considering that I’m only nearly thirty years of age. Not like any of you would care about some old, dingy and repulsively redundant person as myself.
Messing around with untamed lions is not the way I should have been going. Doing such a thing has gotten me tangled up with the heroine who had just knocked the jaw, of the mighty king of the pride lands, off of its hinge to a precariously swinging hold. Again, such a useless old bag of bones I was; not so clean smelling, either.
Every one knows how the legend goes, I think. Atrialia is the name she was born with, and yes indeed it was such a wonderfully beautiful name for such an elegantly clumsy person. All of this started when I decided to be the king’s lion tamer… Seeing as you more than likely noticed that didn’t work out well, Atrialia showed up just in time.
Coming from nowhere, her human strength and speed shoved the lion from me before the jaws could lock against my skull. It was all so very fast, even I couldn’t let a scream rip from my throat even if I wanted to. But that’s not all she can do. Her form is well built and she can more than likely take on six lions at once, rather than just letting herself yawn at one single lion that took me to my knees.
Atrialia is young, and I’m sure she’ll be more venturous rather than now with the lion smashing and the saving of me. I’m only thankful that she came in time. Soft luscious words flowed passed subtle lips I call my own, “Only if we be wed, and you are lying as mine.”
**** I didn’t mean to throw in the little humor there at the end I just had to… Only for you, Mrs. Barrett!
Subject: Project. 
Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:19 pm