Twenty Days ~Fey~

Whew, all done~!

2008-04-29T10:20:00.001-07:00

Heh, long haul wasn't it? I'm not sure if I'll ever finish Ryhu's story. It's got a few more twists and turns than was displayed here, but this is sort of just him 'starting off'.

No, Raift's not dead. Promise. <3

But, I think my dear friend Denryu is not continuing until June? Well, I think I'll try to keep up with one in May anyway. I might not, I'll decide tomorrow! And yes, I know, mine ran a bit over twenty days, but I guess I stretched it out a bit, especially since I got extremely sick and all during.

If you ever want to learn more about me and my characters, just send me a message on AIM!

April 29, 2005

2008-04-29T10:01:00.000-07:00

The magic and energies expert that I consulted for the ghsot orb proved what I'd dreaded.

That ghost orb was left in the wake of Raift. Well...a 'powerful vampire who drinks not the blood of humans', with several other characteristics that mean that it could be no one else.

He judged it to be almost a year old, which means I've clearly missed him at some point in time, though he said the direction was heading west. It occured to me that he was very tired, in his last days. I'm...starting to think that he may have gone underground somewhere. If he has, I'll have a hard time finding him, but the earth should at least tell me where he's sleeping.

I'm also beginning to hope that...perhaps mother nature is not denying me out of blantant dislike. She's lightly seemed to do so lately, but I'm informed that she has not only turned her back on myself, but on several others as well.

What could possibly be going wrong with this planet right now?

April 28, 2005

2008-04-28T10:12:00.001-07:00

I've come to the conclusion that this ghost orb is the nearly successful efforts of some enemy that I may have to make me lose my mind. However, with that conclusion also came the decision that earplugs may just be one of man's better inventions. It, at least, keeps me from ripping my own ears off to keep myself from having too put up with that sickeningly cute sound of it's movements.

I also learned that it can make a new noise. At one point during today, I happened to throw a book at it, and I honestly had no idea that I had such good aim when utterly frustrated.

It hit it dead on, though the thing obviously disliked it, because at that point it began to let out an almost guttural, deafening shriek that did not stop for nearly an hour.

I think one of my ears may have been bleeding within the first ten minutes. Curse already sensitive hearing!

I don't know why it's so keen on following me still. Usually, they'd even fade after a day of travelling after someone for more than a few miles-- however, this one has followed me across an entire continent. Perhaps it is the remains of energy of someone I knew...? Is it familiar with me?

....Wait. Such a pink, fluffy, utterly aggravating little thing couldn't have been left behind by him...

April 27, 2005

2008-04-27T15:36:00.000-07:00

My stalker is still here. I don't know why, but I've decided to name it 'Foo'. That's the sound it makes, you see. The whisps of energy that it lets off has a soft sound as if it's bouncing along, making that sound. 'Foo, foo'.

It bothers me, because it seems to like mimicking my steps as well. So every step I take, it follows with one bounce, just short enough to keep the same distance from me at all time. Step. 'Foo.' Step. 'Foo.' Step. 'Foo.'

I do believe I might go mad.

This must end. I'm going to stop typing, because it's going 'foo' with every click of this keyboard.... Is there any way to END this?

April 26, 2005

2008-04-27T15:15:00.000-07:00

I seem to have amassed a stalker. I have no idea where I may have picked it up, but apparently a ghost orb has begun to follow me. Don't be fooled by the name, it's not actually a soul or a ghost(those aren't as inclined to follow people), but simply a sort of being of pure energy-- often left behind by a powerful creature.

I have never 'made' one myself, nor do I believe I am strong enough to let out the sort of energy that it takes that would form a ghost orb in my wake. But I don't quite understand why this one has chosen to follow ME rather than any other superbatural being that it's whispy annoying little self could trail after.

To make it worse, despite the fact that humans can't see it, other beings such as myself can. It would not be quite as annoying if it were not for the fact that this particular ghost orb happens to prefer being the colour known as bright, neon pink. Any masculinity I may have been able to retain despite being an elf has been tarnished.

Pardon me. There is currently a gargoyle sitting across from me on the subway that I feel the urge to glare at fiercely.

April 25, 2005

2008-04-25T17:47:00.000-07:00

China was a completely worthless goose chase. Hard enough to infiltrate the country as it is, but...urge. Have you ever found your eyes drawn to a dot of colour on a completely white sheet of paper? ...That was how much I stood out in that place. I had to mostly do my searching at night, but by then, there's such an unfavorable crowd of supernatural beasts wandering the place (apparently they have no regulation as they do in Europe or the Americas).

Beasts that were no use to me of all. Not a small inkling.

I decided not to try Japan-- so many people on such a small bit of land, that I do not believe he would risk trying to settle in even the most remote parts of that island. Any plane or satellite could see him...sure, it would be the same should he settle somewhere else, but it would most likely be easier for him to hide if there was much more land to do so on.

Maybe I'll try North America again-- much more intently this time. I'm a bit worried that some of my connections there might have a problem though...

I've heard the earth whisper so much lately-- something big is coming. Some sort of nuclear fall out? A war? ...There is restlessness, and it is disturbing.

April 23, 2005

2008-04-23T16:26:00.000-07:00

The mansion is in order; I believe the water demon I left in charge for it will be pleased with the pond on the grounds, and with her skill, she should very well be able to clean it easily when the place needs it.

India is...interesting, to say the least. I find that a turban in some parts quite successfully hides the problems I seem to have with my ears and hair, and it's very easy to tuck my hair up when tying one on.

But the language of the humans here is very complicated, and I have no where near learned even a fourth of it-- the plants help, as they have heard plenty of this language and understood it, but the trees are little if any aid to me here.

It's hot though, and I dislike that. It's too near the equator here-- this is the sort of place where I think I might not ever go into a good hibernation, and would spend an entire year restless and unhappy...

I've decided not to stay here for very long. But I HAVE discovered a few interesting spices that I'd like to try when cooking some time...

Unfortunately, however, all of this proves useless, because I have not furthered my search at all. I doubt I will, until I at least learn how to speak the language here.

April 20, 2005

2008-04-20T10:56:00.000-07:00

The smell finally wore off enough to the point where I could head into town. I've decided I'll hire a werewolf or a nature-demon to watch after the house while I'm gone-- I can't stay there forever just making sure it'll be well kept. I don't know WHY I want to to be well-kept in the first place though. I just do.

No, I'm not entertaining thoughts of going back there with him when I find him! I'm not!

It'll take me a while to find someone who I can trust(with enough money) not to rob the place blind, though I'm not entirely put off by the search. It's an easy way to make more connections that I may need in my search.

As soon as I find someone to watch the mansion, I plan on trying somewhere else. It might be a bit hard for me to gain access to certain countries, but if I have to, I'll go on foot from a safer place. Asia seems promising, but I'll certainly need a better disguise there-- it would be much too easy for my species to be uncovered on a continent where I stand out even more than I would in America, or Europe.

I doubt he'd enjoy too-warm places...so I'll avoid going to Australia for a while. If I have to, maybe I'll even send someone to look for me in the South or North Pole-- in those extremities, I will most certainly die.

....I'm being stared at by someone across the cafe from me. Do I still smell that badly of skunk?

April 18, 2005

2008-04-18T16:34:00.000-07:00

I swear, I'm not sure if I should agonize to Mother Nature, or curse her, as I have rarely ever thought worse of a living creature as I do now.

The cellar needed cleaning still, I realized, though once I got down there, I had to light a considerable number of candles. It took me all of five minutes to notice just what sort of trouble I'd gotten myself into.

Now, snakes, bats, and other species of creepy crawlies I had quite gotten used to expecting down in the dank room that had not been investigated or even entered for years. Though what was actually there I'll never live down.

Skunks. A family of five of them. All five of them saw me.

All five of them....sprayed me.

The thought makes me feel naucious again, because the thought means I remember how it smells, and it's as if I can smell it all over again through the clothespin I've placed rather painfull over my nose.

Pardon me, I think I'll go retreat to one of the bathrooms.

April 17, 2005

2008-04-17T17:33:00.000-07:00

It's shameful to keep sulking around this place like some sort of insane puppy after it has been abandoned by it's master! Which he was most certainly not, my master, I mean. I would never allow him such a position.

But I've cleaned and repaired places all day. I know that it will probably do no good, as the place will be in ramshackles within the next five years that it takes me to visit. But the entire place is in the spotless, pristine condition that it always seemed to have when growing up. I never realized how much he must have had to clean to keep the dust away-- or perhaps someone did it for him that I never managed to notice. He didn't seem like the cleaning type.

Maybe all the dirt and dust and grime was too terrified to settle in the halls and items of his home until he'd left and gone for a while.

I found a bird's nest. I suppose in the shelter of this place, the mother could afford to hole herself up here with her babies to lay her eggs late, because there were several chicks squealing for food by the time I found it.

I didn't touch it. I don't dare make it to where their mother will abandon them before they're ready for it. Not like he did to me.

April 16, 2005

2008-04-16T15:58:00.000-07:00

I never expected it to be in that bad of disrepair. I went today, and trekked for five hours through the forest surrounding it afterwards, feeling sick at what I'd seen. Right now I'm in the room that I used to sleep in-- this little device is convenient enough with some sort of satellite offering the Internet service I use to post this blog on.

It's fairly late, but that's because I've been boarding up broken and shattered windows, and cleaning the dust and dirt and other....undesirable filth from this room and a few others. Thankfully there were still plenty of sheets (I had to wash them, they were stale smelling..) for the bed, and it's considerably more clean now.

I never realized how small I was as a child and late teen-- my feet hang off of this bed. I'll probably have to stay in a guest room. I don't know why they were always fully furnished, because we certainly never had visitors. Though whenever I asked, he would always smile and so teasingly he'd say 'For the ghosts', and it terrified me terribly sometimes. I don't think he did it on purpose though. He didn't think I'd take it seriously.

I know the largest bed in the house is his-- on stormy nights, and sometimes even half awake during my early hibernations, I'd seek it out for comfort. I stopped around the time I became nine, bit it's too nice of a thought to bring up when I think I'm supposed to hate him so much.

I won't sleep in that one, though. I don't want to set foot in there.

Usually, my houses are well kept up with by the fairies or sprites in the surrounding area that want a roof over their heads-- sometimes they don't have anything better to do than to stay and mooch off of others, though they can sense when the owners of such residences are in town, and vacate it promptly. I've even once found a warm cup of coffee and a recent newspaper in one of my apartments coming in one morning.

But they have not touched this place, even though I know there are so many of them in the woods. I wonder...

Can they still sense his presence here?

April 15, 2005

2008-04-15T16:08:00.000-07:00

I believe I am losing faith in recording my thoughts here. It may be some small comfort to those I know, and maybe an even smaller comfort to myself of having my plans posted for that community to see....but is it really worth the struggle it takes for me to type this all out, to admit these sorts of things to myself?

I think I hallucinate too easily recently. I see him in places I never should, and I smell him in places it's impossible for him to have been. Am I going mad, I wonder?

Perhaps the earth is turning against me as well-- will I die once out of nature's graces, poisoned and insane, or will I continue to live on in such agony of that shunned state? Maybe I'm just growing too confused inside. Would such a thing happen to me, when I maintain that I'm so strong at heart? I fear it.

I think he has returned to 'that which he knows best'. He would enter his isolation once more, wouldn't he?

I ....I will go to that place where I was raised. It is undoubtedly grown over and in disrepair, but to walk the halls of that great manor, and to feel those memories refreshed...perhaps it will clear my head.

April 12, 2005

2008-04-12T07:07:00.000-07:00

I have not written, because there are more important matters to be done.

I wonder if he has forgotten my senses are not that of a human. He was in this room, most recently. Touching my possessions, ...but...most of all, my clothing for some reason...No! Not underwear! My shirts mostly...and the scarves that I sometimes use when winter approaches and my neck becomes cold.

The thought....does two things.

1. It disturbs me. Why would he approach my home, and touch so many of my items?

2. I'm angry...that he dares approach me without showing my face.

Come to think of it, he has to know that I knew he was here! Is this a challenge? Is he belittling my attempts to search him out, by somehow saying 'I've been here all along?' How dare he!

I'll follow his scent. I'll track him to whatever doorstep he's residing on, and I'll punch him right in the face. All that talk of respectability, and well behaving, and the nature of good... he knows nothing or it truly, or he would not have betrayed me.

I'll need to prepare.

Evening, April 8th

2008-04-08T08:14:00.000-07:00

There have been no such leads thus far. I've been unable to find any covert operations with which a vampire might sustain himself outside of society, though I would suppose that he would also pay whoever was working for him handsomely.

I've nearly overworked my connections, though I'll renew them soon enough. A few gold coins in the right pockets should get me where I want to go, I know this too well by now.

The humans in the apartment next to me are having a barbeque out on their balcony...The smell is making me naucious. Too sweet and spicy sauce slathered over some poor dead animal who probably had never known freedom to begin with...

I think I'll go cash in one of the old family rugs and make a large donation to a vegan fund. Either that, or an animal rights activist group, no matter how small a difference it will make. Really, I have no idea why I've so inclined to philanthropy lately.

I think I'll call Jeremiah, he's in this area, or so I've heard. I suppose I'm just not that...used to not being around someone. The company will relieve some of the nervous tension I've felt as of late, and he's always amusing for a laugh, and he knows it. He's the best one who might cheer me up right now.

Morning, April 8, 2005 (April 7th)

2008-04-08T08:06:00.000-07:00

Yes, I do quite realize how I missed posting yesterday. It took me a while to realize this, though that female's dream was much more than twenty five years old. Meaning, I would not have even been born yet, much less looking for him.

Why did I not post yesterday? Well, almost succeeding in getting myself slaughtered by a hoarde of dwarves (I've come to the realization that they do not seem to like my kind very much), I've also discovered what that wise tree meant. What one is most used to...

He had to have returned to his isolation, in somewhere that I would never surmise...

I expect that he's set up all of the normal requirements-- contacts for making his clothing, and supplying him with whatever he may actually desire. I know that he only drinks the blood of large forest animals, seeing as I've stumbled across him feeding only once before. I was horrified, before I found out that he needed it to live, and that he never actually killed the animals.

I never went looking for him after dark again, because even though he was gone, I knew what he was doing.

At least, until the morning he didn't come back.

April 6, 2005

2008-04-06T14:08:00.000-07:00

Over an entire year since I've posted, today. I...wandered off, and I felt lost for a long time. I also realize, in my last post, a year ago, I forgot to mention just how falling asleep in that tree had made me miss my plane. I didn't realize until three days later, but now I'm in France. England turned up no leads, other than nearly getting my throat ripped out by a rogue vampire who'd gone into darkness.

It is very fortunate that French forests do not speak in the French language. Trees have a sort of 'language' all of their own. We don't have to 'speak' it, really, but the tree sort of....inclines to us, and considering we're rather close in kinship, we tend to understand without words.

They spoke to me a considerable amount during my stay in that forest. It was a few months, and I was fully intending to post in this blog during Fall, though Winter found me unexpectedly quickly.

You see, plenty of supernatural creatures have some point of hibernation. Nature inclined ones tend to take it during winter, when the earth can offer no nutrition, therefore I went into the hull of a shallow tree (Yes, there are shallow trees, but it is rare that a human may find one. They tend to grow in the most desolate and untouched areas of the world), where there was a small dryad also going into hibernation. There is a certain nature of sacred things when we sleep--warmth is offered between the two or more that sleep at the same time. Sometimes there is an exchange of dreams...And I found that this young female had seen him.

It had been brief, but like most, he left an outstanding impact. They're shared a drink together, and the her memory came to my dreams. I'm just..'really' waking up now, seeing as Spring is blossoming, but I think I might know where he is.

I know my writing is broken...so I think I might go take another nap...so sleepy...

April 5, 2004

2008-04-05T11:47:00.001-07:00

I fell asleep in the boughs of an old oak tree today. They are somewhat the motherly tree, though extremely strong. I should have known better, considering oak trees have the best ability to bring out the memories of a time when one was happiest in dreams...which was definately not a good thing due to my current ideals.

So yes, I dreamed....It'd been so long since I've had that dream or recalled that memory;

It had to be around when I was five or six, I was raise from my infant years by him, but this was one of the days I remember most clearly from my time with him. It's really a simple memory.

It was the first time I'd even felt the urge call to me, offering me safety that I didn't need. I'd lost myself completely and happily in the wood, though by the time I found my way back to the mansion, he'd gone through half the forest yelling my name until his throat would have been raw if he were human.

It made me realize how concerned he was for me, though after I'd gotten a rather bad scolding, I also came to know that he was more relieved than angry when he gave me enough honey and bread with blackberries(my favorite meal, you must know) to feed an army of my kind. I don't think it was a reward, by far, just....something to try and keep me from never leaving. Most people wouldn't think this is a happy memory...

But I think I found out for the first time just how important I was to him. Or at least....now, the way I realize...I must not be very important if he was so quick to leave.

The oak whispered to me a careful word of advice after I left it's embrace; 'What you know best will always be the greatest comfort.'

I have no idea what it means....but I'll think on it more tonight.

April 4, 2004

2008-04-04T16:08:00.000-07:00

That fairy will be the death of me.

Ogres are not technically very friendly creatures. Perverse and stupid in nature, they're not exactly innocent of plenty of murder and fiendish, deviantly sexual crimes. And yet, that fairy apparently likes to drag poor, innocent elves like me into bars that sport boast at least a 20% patronage to ogres.

The rest? Even more shade creatures. Werewolves, demons, various other creatures, most of which would rather rip someone open from the inside and nibble on an intestine or two.

But he drags me right up to the bar, orders a drink of some sort of alcoholized fruit juice, and expects me to get...well, to quote him perfectly 'off my ears drunk and have a good time'.

I don't really know why, but for some strange reason, I feel as if he's trying to seduce me. It's really not going to work, and I hope he doesn't hold the fact I dumped that drink on his head against me. He must not too much, because he's staying at my house again. But I did get a hint as to where he is headed, in that bar. Apparently a vampire heard from one of his kin that there's a new adult male holed up in one of the caverns in eastern France. If it's not him, I'll, of course, keep looking.

The plane to Europe leaves tomorrow. I don't know if my Fairy 'friend' is going to accompany. He'll have to buy his own plane ticked if so, I do not take very kindly to mooching off of my funds for long. It is hard to aquire them as of late-- people become too suspicious if I sell my heirlooms, considering they do not know where exactly they're from, no matter how old they are.

April 3, 2004

2008-04-03T14:40:00.000-07:00

I met another fairy today, though I'm surprised he's still alive. He is not what one would call subtle...nor is he exactly shy. Really, it's unfortunate for his kind sometimes that they can sense other nature inclined beings, especially considering the few of his kind that show no cautious nature around humans.

How do I know this? Well, judging that I expect very few of you to actually read this, I'll tell you. I was in the park, trying to coax a bit of information out of the trees as to any other elves recently being in the area...when all of a sudden I am tackled from behind (my hat very promptly ripped off, showing my ears to the general public), and of all nerve, that full grown fairy (they're an average adult human height when in the presence of humans, thankfully) nibbled my ear and proclaimed for the entire population to hear; "Oh, you're such a cute elf, aren't you?"

I have never been quite so shocked of that nature in my entire life.

But it didn't help at all that apparently this fairy knew the general weakness of my kind-- because I soon found him straddling me when my knees gave out rather weakly from the nibble to my pointed hearing devices.

After convincing him that it was in his best interest to remove himself promptly from my person, it was only then that I learned his name. Lionus, though I could easily see where he got it from. His voice is certainly enough to rival that of a lion's roar.

Sometimes I think I'm too gullible. Why? He's sleeping in the next room. No, wait, that sounds wrong! I assure you, the next room is the guest room. Never assumed that I've had ANY sort of ...physical interaction with anyone. I'm much too busy to dabble in that sort of thing!

But, while he's here, I suppose I should very well try to find out if he knows anything about him..Or knows anyone that might.

April 2, 2004

2008-04-02T13:54:00.001-07:00

Oh dear Mother Nature, I'm going to be sick. I've forgiven Hilliun completely due to this little device, particularly at this moment, as I wish to confide.

Have you ever particularly felt so hungry that you would do anything for food?

Well, apparently I was today. I don't remember the exact name of the human restaurant that I was forced to stop in, something with a large 'M'. MacDoougles? ...I don't know, but I'm never going there again. I'll remember this! As most of you may know, I'm strictly unable to eat the meat of something that has once moved, mooed, mewled, quacked, chirruped....to put it simply, I'm a vegetarian. Strictly allergic to any sort of meat. Even if I wasn't, there is no torture on this earth that would make me eat it in the first place.

Yes, I CAN, and DO go into the human population. I merely have to wear a hat that covers the points of my ears. Sometimes, on bright days, contacts. But today it was fairly muggy, therefore I didn't need them quite as much.

And with the smell of frying semi-meat permeating through the building, my stomach was churning already when I ordered the salad. And then the adolescent human serving the food wanted to know what kind I wanted...but I must say I was /quite/ embarrassed when she laughed at my answer. I told her, "One without any sort of meat, but not fruit." Fruit was for breakfast and half of dinner, but I prefer greens and vegetables for lunch.

So, she'd said something about a caesar, holding the chicken back to her coworker...

When my order came, I went to eat it outside on a bench....though honestly, I wasn't expecting the strong slap of the taste of chicken residing on the lettuce. I knew what that snapping sound from behind the barrier had been-- he'd reached in and taken the chicken off! But the residue was bad enough to spark a foul reaction, and I swear it was quite shameful to lose what was left of my breakfast in the bushes like that, or..well, beside them. I would never subject the poor plants to that, and grass does not mind at all when something steps on it. Don't listen to those 'Keep off' Signs, they're quite happy at any attention.

I didn't dare go back inside-- I'm quite sure I'd be even more violently ill if I smelt that cooking meat again.

But for now, I feel a bit...puny. I'm going to go to bed.

Goodnight, and pleasant dreams.

April 1, 2004

2008-04-01T13:47:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure if I should say 'Dear Journal', or 'Dear Blog', or anything like that. Now I know what most elderly humans must feel like-- Hilliun brought me this thing (I think he called it a laptop?) a few weeks ago, but I just now figured out how to turn it on. I guess reading the manual would help, but...I honestly dislike touching paper for long. I can almost feel the blood (you would call it sap) that was spilt to make it, and how it would eventually go so wasted.

At least he showed me how to use the keyboard and get everything connected...but I don't see why he insisted on me keeping this 'blog'. Maybe he's just too worried about me not contacting him. I hardly understand why all of the other elves are bent on making sure that our kind stays alive. If the earth refuses to harbor us and protect us, then it means we are destined to die, right? As long as I can find him before I die, then I can at least die happily, I guess. If not a lot less angry.

I believe that this contraption, this computer, is inevitably a better way of documenting than paper. While the memory might be at vulnerability, it is made out of elements and ore rather than as much wood that would be wasted.

How exactly can I explain it? If they read this, then maybe they'll understand more. They're naturally very comprehending creatures in the first place, my friends, but perhaps if I explain myself....they'd come to a greater apprehension of why exactly I chase after that man so vehemently.

They already know this, but I don't believe any new readers would. So, greetings to any strangers who would like to become acquainted with me. My name is Ryhu, and I've come to learn that in my native language, it roughly translates into 'Love'. I am one of the last elves in the world, though I was the eight born son to the king and queen of a long destroyed kingdom. I'm about 5'8", though I do seem much taller due to the fact I'm quite thin. Yes, elves do have the stereotypical pointed ears, and we CAN be called 'tree-huggers', though if you could hear the trees talking as we can, I'm sure you'd understand.

I grew up in a home that had no mirrors, though I hardly believe the myths that vampires cannot see themselves in them. No...I'm sure he, being as sensitive about his nature as he was...did not want to see how he had changed from being a human. It was not until I began noticing my own reflection in lakes and streams surrounding that home that I knew I did not look anything like him. The ears, for one, yes, but I knew that from feeling them. My hair was a different colour (I have one blonde bang, but the rest is a very dark blue), though my eyes were the most unique. Though I'm sure I see just as normally as you do, they have a very distinct pupil-- rather than a circle, it's sort of like a spiral... But thankfully, they are blue as well. I'm sure I would stand out a considerable deal worse if the spiral was highlighted by...say, gold, or silver.

There now. We're semi-properly introduced, and politeness is the path to getting what you want, I've heard several of my pixie friends say. I guess it's a very popular proverb among their culture. Though to say bluntly, they're a very greedy sort of creature, they'll admit it as well; I can see how it has achieved it's fame.

As I've alluded to it more than once, I'm looking for a certain him. The vampire who raised me. If you've by chance met him recently, I'd be honored if you could contact me and tell me just where he was and where he might be headed, though I suppose you'd need his name for that...

Fine. Raift. His name is Raift Wrockwell. Happy? I said it. He's about 6'0", black hair, well built, and blue eyes. I guess he is, as well, the stereotypical vampire. He's extremely shy mannered though, and refuses to feed on the blood of humans or other cognitive species, or commit murder of any sort of creature. If you'd be so kind as to let me know where he's at, I'm sure to be in your eternal debt.

Why am I after him? ...Well, that ...That...Well, pardon my Greek Faylian, son of a West Hellion went off and quite rudely abandoned me. I'm sure this may make me sound stalker-like, though if you knew him quite well and knew the sort of things he is inclined to say, I'm sure you would agree with my pursuit.

Does this make you happy, Hilliun? I've posted in this blog thing. Though if that man ever manages to read this, I'll make sure that you suffer dearly for it!

Though I must say, I'm already plotting my revenge against you for that absurd 'April Fool's' joke you managed to humiliate me with.

First Introduction

2008-03-30T14:49:00.000-07:00

First Twenty Days: April 1-20th

Character; Ryhu, Eighth Prince of the Ahriad Forest Dynasty

Standing; Technically the inherit King, though the Dynasty has long since disbanded and has been destroyed.

Back story; The five elven lands were known as the 'Great Dynasties', with each at peace and on different continents. Until recently, they knew no war, no famine, no starvation, and little disease. However, two of these kingdoms have all but been wiped out by illness, one by poisoning of the very earth against them, and two by genocide.

His seven older brothers killed in the genocide of the Ahriad kingdom, an infant Ryhu was whisked away by an injured lady in waiting after the rest of the royal family, deep into the forest uncharted by normal man. The lady in waiting found the grounds of a large mansion in what was supposed to be unexplored territory, though rather than question who may be the owner, she was forced to leave the young prince on its doorstep and retreat back into the forest, to fade back into the earth with her death.

As it so happened, the doorstep on which young Ryhu was left happened to be owned by a young vampire named Raift, who had retreated into the forest in an attempt to abstain from the temptations of human blood. At finding the infant's odd appearance, and the fact that the blood pumping beneath his skin held no appeal for him at all, he came to the conclusion that he would raise the child.

For several years, there was happiness. Eventually, Ryhu learned to communicate with the more spiritual creatures of the wood(the fairies, the nymphs, the dryads, and so on), and grew very close with his guardian. He grew quickly line any normal child, despite his odd appearances, though once he reached the age of twenty, his body seemed to stop any aging process, as if suspended in time.

Raift, however, did not notice this. As he had cut himself off from the supernatural world in isolation, he really had no idea about his young ward's supernatural side, having though Ryhu odd, yes, but not of an entirely different species than a human. He began to fear the other rejecting his vampiric nature...and one day, completely left the elf without a trace.

Now, we must understand...Ryhu had grown a good bit dependant on Raift, and when the vampire left him, a certain amount of anger from the betrayal filled him. Enough to make him want to hunt down the older male and give him a decently pissed off piece of his mind. So, this leaves us with a rather long hunt for the elusive vampire, following Ryhu through his story and experiences of such.

Twenty Days -Fey Style-

2008-03-30T11:08:00.000-07:00

This is actually a project that came out of M. Spond's genius.

Twenty Days is a project that follows the blogs as one's own character for twenty days of a month, in which, one writes as their character, in a journalish style. If someone would like to join in the fun, she's already expressed that she'd like to know, so tell her! That way we can all have one great time together, right?

So let's all start writing! The project starts off on April 1st, though if you miss the beginning....I guess you could start off on whatever day we're on? I'm not sure. I guess you'll have to ask her about it, but she's a really great person to talk to about anything, pretty much.

So, here's the original:
http://twenty-days.blogspot.com/