Post by reyan harmony taylor on Jul 13, 2010 20:23:56 GMT
i'm the first kid to
write of hearts lies and friends ,[/b]
••REYAN HARMONY TAYLORS
_______________________________________
i've found the cure to growing older[/b]
and you're the only place that feels like home[/size]
oh haiii, my name is [reyan harmony taylor], but you know i'll holla if you call me [harley]. i've been surviving this world for [nineteen years], so i'm a [n/a]. my blood is [pure], so the dark lord [can suck it]. I'm representing [student teacher] my wand is actually [thirteen] inches of [sequoia], filled with [werewolf fur], and it's straight lethal. i'm a [female], and i like to wake up next to [guys], like it or not. once, some muggle told me i look like [jessica szohr], who ever the hell that is. what else could you possibly need to know?
just so you know, you'll never know[/b]
and some secrets weren't meant to be told[/size]
“And it's a sad picture, the final blow hits you” - January 25th, 1958
It was a pretty damn cold winter in Fairbanks, Alaska. And most likely the worst time of the year to give birth to a child. Hospital nearly ten miles away in a blizzard that has caused visibility to be put down to zero. Everyone in a panic, yes everyone, that included the entire village on the small native American reservation that the two new parents lived on. They didn’t have the resources or the time to get a doctor there as the woman known as Jennifer felt her contractions get closer and closer together the longer she lay in her bed awaiting for it to end. The pain to much. And just like that, with the coaching of her mother and three sisters, her husband by her side holding her hand she brought her only daughter into the world safely and loudly. With the cries of her daughter everyone rejoiced and it seemed the home became ten degrees warmer with the joy. They celebrated while the newly born child slept, given the name Reyan Harmony Taylor.
“Somebody else gets what you wanted again” - February 16th, 1959
Now one, having recently celebrated her first birthday with her entire family and the reservation Harley had slowly started gaining her personality of a carefree child that hated to be restricted in anyway shape or form. Her creativity and her way of life was that of an open and loving community in which she knew everyone. Wandering around outside without a parent was what she knew, everyone would watch her, make sure she didn’t get hurt or taken by anyone they didn’t know. It was as if you walked back into the old times when villages were entire families and children barely old enough to talk were allowed to walk on their own because they new they were safe no matter where they went. That was how Reyan, also gaining the nickname Harley due to her fascination with mechanics at a young age, had grown up. Free and safe.
“You know it's all the same, another time and place” - July 17th, 1964
She continued to grow, and continued to learn the “traditions” of her family including weaving or in this day and age sewing, cooking and simply being that of a good woman. Now she is only six years of age but she was a quick learner. Able to take things on with a great determination that no one had ever really seen before. But she was also that of a tom boy. Finding herself covered in dirt instead of play make up was more often then not the case of Harley. She got a long well with the boys more so than she did with the girls simply because she found what the girls did to be boring. They never went outside to experience life, always sitting and playing with dolls and making themselves up. What fun was in life if you sat around all the time. It was with this that she became very close to her father, who took her on regular hikes, fishing trips, and hunting trips to satisfy her tom boyish needs. She learned how to track animals, shoot them so they didn’t suffer any pain or anguish, and learned that people are better with arrows than they were guns. Though she didn’t much like guns, even holding an unloaded pistol with the safety on felt wrong to her.
“Repeating history and you?re getting sick of it” - March 25th, 1968
At the age of ten though, her life changed, at least in her eyes, for the worst. Her father was doing his normal work of clearing trees to create new dirt roads so people on the reservation could get around easier. While doing so he struck black gold with the bulldozer and was paid millions of dollars by some oil company to own this. In doing so, he sold the reservation to someone that didn’t even care for the land, and ended up making the entire village homeless. Her family was never on their good side again, kicked and shunned from the reservation she never saw her aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents you name it, again. A sadness seemed to over come the girl as her parents went on and on about all the money they had and the security it would bring. She didn’t care, she wanted her old life back, a life of being an American Indian witch that lived to simply live, and that was that.
“But I believe in whatever you do” - September 1st, 1969
They moved from Fairbanks, from Alaska and the US completely, moving into a large estate that had so much room her parents didn’t even know what to do with in London, England where her life changed completely. In the yearly years of the united states Witches and Wizards never had a proper schooling for becoming better at what they could do. Most lost their abilities or they were weakened into doing the smallest of spells. But she, unlike many others, had a chance to expand her abilities and give them room to grow, allowing her abilities to not disappear but to grow into something great. And so without even having time to settle into her new home she was shipped off to a school called “Hogwarts” where she would learn to become a better witch. She didn’t like it but she didn’t mind it either. Able to escape the deceit, lies, and betrayal of her parents. She hated them now, so caught up in their money and greed that they had completely forgotten who they were as people. Native American’s with the deepest ties to the earth because of what they were. More in-tune with the world around them they could sense things others usually couldn’t without having to try. Even the slightest change in animal behavior sent these feelings through their skin, telling them that something was wrong. They had lost all sight of their heritage, and the love of their daughter.
“And I'll do anything to see it through” - May 2nd, 1971
Her first three years were easier than she expected, but were equally as boring. There wasn’t a single good thing to be done without the restrictions of having to be to class on time, curfews that were kept, keeping them inside when the night covered the sky. There wasn’t any fun in sitting around before when she was six years old where was the fun in it now? Classes always had to be inside except for the few that were actually outside. But then she had been so dang distracted by the world around she couldn’t remember the lesson. Her grades were alright, average for a student like her, lower for a pureblood Ravenclaw though. Among the smart and witty she had nothing compared to some of them. But to them, she was just a normal American that had moved to England for schooling. No one new of her families betrayal to their own people, how they were hated almost by every part of her family. And she made sure that her money status was kept secret. She didn’t like getting what ever she wanted, made her feel weak, as if she didn’t have to work for it.
“Because these things will change” - August 20th, 1973
Again nothing changed, she kept her grades to the average, and her parents kept her comfortable with the large allowance that was put to an apartment just inside Hogsmeade so she could be comfortable and get away from the school, have her freedom. No one knew of this but a few teachers so they would know where to look if they were ever looking for her. But no one was ever looking for her. She was just the normal student that did her best to be on the teachers good side so she wouldn’t risk getting detention. No boys looked at her like they did every other girl. She wasn’t normal in that aspect, but she didn’t mind not getting attention. She liked being part of the background and being able to just blend in, being normal. That was her goal after all.
“It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair” - December 1st, 1975
The end was finally there, they didn’t have to deal with her wanting to be normal. She left the school with not knowing what she was going to be. But she in the end decided she would be a teacher at the school where she had been so normal. Thinking that if she was to stay normal she needed to stay where everyone thought she was normal, not where she had all the money and the most comfortable life in the world. But she did manage to wiggle money out of them, a good two million to keep herself and her animals comfortable in Hogsmeade while she looked for work. But work didn’t come as easily as she wanted, having been unemployed for nearly six months before she got an offer from Hogwarts. Not as a teacher, but working her way there. Student teacher, given a once in a life time chance to learn and be guided by another Hogwarts teacher to see how things are done.
“You can walk away and say we don't need this” - September 11th, 1977
A year and a half later she is comfortabled bunked in Hogsmeade with a job as Student teacher under the guidance of the Mythology teacher Shawn McDreaus. In her year and a half with him feelings for him started to grow into more than just a teacher/student relationship. Though Shawn would never know that, it would ruin everything, could possibly get Shawn fired for have a relationship with a student, in which the school would fire him for inappropriate relations. And so her feelings stay quiet, her life still stays a lie, and the complications just continue to rise.
i am sorry my conscience called in sick again[/b]
and i've got arrogance down to a science[/size]
Harley is an odd girl. A girl that hates the fact that she has to lie to be normal but at the same time enjoys the normalcy that comes with the lie. Full of contradictions and confusion she usually keeps to herself so she doesn't slip up on her life making lie, especially now that she is in attempts to be a teacher and in her eyes the more normal she looks the easier it will be for her students to relate to her. Being shunned from her village because her father sold them out of their homes in the most literal of fashions. But if you got to know her, ever got past the lies that is her life she is a very tom-boyish feel to her, loving everything and anything about the earth from the sky to the animals that walk upon mother earth's soil. Her heritage not only taught her to respect mother earth but taught her many other things in which she respects and follows to this day.
your secret's out and the best part
[/b]is it isn't even a good one[/size]
Harley's dementor is the look on her families face when they learned that her father had sold the reservation to some oil tycoon that wanted only what lay beneath mother earth, and to hurt her to get it. It scares her to death to know her father was so heartless to destroy not only the lives of one family but of many to simply gain more money to secure her future. She blames herself for all of this and it eats her to this day.
Her entire "life" is a lie. To those she went to school with she was a simple american girl that moved to England to learn the ways of witches and wizards. Nothing was out of the ordinary with her life when in true she has been shunned and is hated for what her father did. She believes if anyone new of what her father did she'd be hated here as well, not only at the old reservation back in Fairbanks.
The scent of fresh cut grass covered in the scent of rain and mother earth's children, the pine trees, is an intoxicating scent in which she can't resist. But there is always more to it than just a smell. While looks does not mean much to Harley, it certainly helps if you have a great personality that consists of a welcoming, trusting and understanding man that would never judge her for what she has done. Would respect her traditions as a Native American woman and would most likely be rather interested in what she does to follow through these traditions. A man that isn't and is possessive all at the same time, giving her her freedom and yet making it known that she belongs to him and only him.
this has been said so many times
[/b]that i'm not sure if it matters[/size]
what do we call you?: snicks/nicky[/i]
and how old are you?: eighteen
how long have you been addicted to roleplay?: nearly a decade
how'd you find us?: matt and zara
[/ul]Above her shined a brightly lit full moon, the beauty of the sky was silently calling the animal forth to run with it’s brother’s and sister’s, for one night, to be what it was meant to be. She smiled and allowed the pale silver light fall over her paling skin as she just stood there, in the middle of her wolves, all of them howling in delight as the light danced about them. A laugh left her lips as she looked down to them all. They all knew her secrets, the only pure blood wolves out there that did know, and that accepted her for what she was. She was tackled to the ground, licked and barked at to change, the oh so sweet elusive moon wasn’t the only thing urging her to change. But sadly her pack, the pack she commanded one night out of ever month would have to stay behind to night. The animal wouldn’t be caged in, and she wouldn’t risk letting them out. “Later my friends alright? Tomorrow, we’ll run.” Her promise was made and sealed with that of a howl of her own, her pack joining her in her song before running about in the bright night with their own kin, watching her climb the 10 foot tall chain link fence like that of a spider monkey before falling to the ground, on her feet, disappearing into the night.
The wind in her face was rather lovely, her dark tightly curled locks of hair hung loose in a nice little pony tail that would most certainly fall by the end of the night but she really didn’t care, if she got to be free then so did her hair. With ever step she took she skipped twice, giving her the look as if she was dancing about the forest in the most random of ways. She was, for once, truly happy with her life. Pogue had saved her, she was no longer in danger, and she could relax and be a normal werewolf for a little bit. And thus she found herself nearly running, truly running about the forest, dodging trees and jumping over fallen limbs to keeping her steady pace going. Adrenaline slowly started to pump, muscles grew and her eyes drained of that blue delicious color fading into that sea of orange, a color that was hungry for freedom but she didn’t give in yet, she wanted the freedom of being human just for a little while longer, to feel the wind on her face rather than her fur, to feel the leaves and sticks beneath her feet rather than her paws. Though she loved the animal inside, she loved being human even more.
The more she ran the harder it was to resist this urge to change, but it wasn’t that bad, just a nagging at the back of her beautiful head as she continued to run about in the forest in any which way her mind could comprehend before she got lost and confused and she would then need to change just to simply get back home. Another laugh came from her mouth, laughing at how pathetic she was. How easily she got lost and how easily she could find her way home thanks to her wolf, thanks to her protector. It had saved her many of times and every month she repaid it by allowing it to run wild under one condition, it had to stay under control, animals were only to be killed and then eaten, no one else, no matter how foul and disgusting they may be. But her lovely night wasn’t going to last. No matter how much she tried she wouldn’t have been able to see the blonde coming through here to go where ever it was she was going. Her orange eyes watched the blonde as she made a sudden stop, middle of everything, a white beautiful blimp stood motionless like a statue as the blonde moved ever so closer to Putnam barn. Of course the blonde didn’t notice her, and slowly, like a curious puppy she followed her.
She had caught her little comment, a coward? The blonde was a coward. Threatening to tell everyone she was a werewolf! The girl deserved to get a slap in the face for that one, and then a few good kicks and socks for causing Caleb so much damn pain. The girl was so full of herself. Sarah Evans was damn proud of who she was, and on a regular basis wished she didn’t have to hide who she was but she also liked the idea of living and thus she kept herself a secret, luckily Wenham had done that much too. She could thank her for that, but how she learned canceled that out anyway. She had scared Caleb so much that night, so much that they had both hid in his backyard until his mother found them both, soaking wet and cold. The blonde in front of her was purely lucky to even be alive. Then she talked about proposing, no doubt going to demand that Caleb propose by the end of the year. If that happened the girl might actually disappear for a good long while, and be found half starved somewhere out in the Mississippi perhaps. Or a little further than that even. Either way she would not allow her to ruin Caleb’s life like that. A small snicker left her lips as she continued to follow, sneaking and stalking her way into the barn without being seen for now. The rats were only the beginning of her hell tonight, that was for sure.
[/ul]Her words hit a cord, and she stood up straight, glaring at her, holding her tongue with teeth as the moon continued to call upon the animal tonight. The girl was setting herself up for trouble. Trouble that Sarah didn’t need and she knew Wenham would be more than willing to cause if the blame fell upon the one with the black hair and blue eyes. She was sure Wenham would do anything to get her out of Caleb’s life. “Look, blondie, I’ve got a few things to say alright? So listen real closely cause we all know how slow you are. One, you’d be damn lucky to get proposed to here. This place may not look beautiful but it’s beautiful in it’s history. If you would’ve grown up here then you would’ve known that. Two, don’t scare the rats, I’m sure you scare them more with that skimpy little pathetic outfit you call a school uniform. Three, you are clingy and suffocating! You RAN Caleb, who was BLIND at the time might I add, into his backyard, in the rain, until dawn! He ended up getting worse cause of your so called “love”…if anything it should be called oh…I don’t know but it sure ain’t love.” Her words sort of fell out of her mouth and she knew they were going to get her killed if anything worse. Wenham was sure to run to Caleb now, crying and bawling her “pretty” little blue eyes out saying how horrible she had treated her.
She quickly retaliated and Sarah couldn’t help but roll her eyes, the girl was doing nothing but getting herself into more shit than she was asking for. But a nerve was hit and she stiffened. He “will” marry her? How controlling could this girl get? Demanding Caleb to marry her against his will wasn’t right, if she loved him she wouldn’t have done that. In the end Sarah had always told herself that Wenham never truly loved Caleb, this only proved the point. And she had the nerve to say that she loved him? Now she was just pushing buttons she shouldn’t have. She had threatened family, straight to her face, and she didn’t like it.
[/ul]She continued ranting, spatting out threats, complaint and what ever the hell she wanted thinking she was little miss all that, most likely believing she owned the entire world at the current point and time. Sarah rolled her neck as she tried to keep herself in check. The animal no longer urged to get out, it was demanding it, why? The example would be the blonde girl that was now threatening Sarah’s very life as a flash of silver caught her eyes and her body went rigid. Her heart raced and the blonde seemed to notice this as she saw a smirk cross her lips as she took a step closer to Sarah’s being. “Stop it Wenham, this isn’t funny. Put that thing away alright? No one needs to get hurt here alright? Or do you really want Caleb to learn--” Her words were cut off as the blonde yelled, making Sarah jump and bit the inside of her cheek as the pain started to rise. The urge wasn’t just an urge anymore, it was a need. A necessity that needed to happen here soon or something bad was going to happen.
[/ul]“No…no no no, I…no…” Her voice shook as a shaky hand removed the knife, half way eaten by her blood and it’s reaction to it. She had lost complete yet not full control. She had been mentally awake as a human through out the entire attack. She had just killed the girl she believed Caleb loved. And now, on her knees, naked and covered in the girls blood, she cried out loudly, sounding eerily like a howl over the girls practically half eaten body, shivering as the silver slowly made it’s way through her system and closer to her heart. Sarah Evans, had just killed her only competition. [/quote]
[/size][/blockquote]
the ribbon on my wrist says
[/b]do not open before christmas[/size]
this badical application template was designed by the mastermind, OHHAI.ITSCHAE of CAUTION 2.0 <3. the lyric credit goes purely to fall out boy, specifically for their lovely songs on from under the cork tree. it's an oldie, but you know it still rocks. i'm not going to hunt you down and pick out your eyeballs with a rusty spork if you take this credit out, because i literally have no way of tracking you down. but if i come across it, imma kill a bitch virtually. and you don't want that. ily much, and thanks for having good taste.
[/color]
