by Asphyxiation » Thu Oct 29, 2015 1:24 pm
Username: ~Birdie~
PP Name: Salem
Gender: Male
Favourite Place: Inside a cavern that resides in the forest that surrounds his giant castle.
Why?: I've had some pretty dark times during my life. This boy seems to be just like me. Someone who is misunderstood. Most people don't know why i act like i do, don't understand my style, and that's ok. I kind of see myself as being the same as and a part of this boy here.
Extra: Also, in the story below, I have used my own characters as well as someone else's. Rowena and Booker belong to me, and Isis and Kate belong to Mocha Cappuccino. Isis and Rowena are the parents of Booker and Kate.
Salem sat alone in the dark library, the lamp next to him not nearly enough light to make to room feel warm. The words reached out and pulled him in, each new sentence sending a shiver down his spine, anticipation making its face known. When Salem began to feel drowsy he put a mark in his book, and found its home on the shelf. Salem padded along the cold tile floors, the lantern in his mouth swinging along with his pace. He made his way quietly up the old winding stairs, their smooth marble and wooden banister making Salem feel safe. He hung the lantern on a hook next to his bedroom door before entering. The room was warm, a blazing fire in the hearth across from his bed. Salem went and used the poker to push around the remaining logs, in hope that they might last a little longer.
Salem Changed into a warm sweater and crawled into his large bed, pulling the dark curtains around him to capture the remaining warmth that would soon flee to the cold shadow of darkness. He lay there, curled up in the warm blankets and stared at a photo on the side of his bed. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to cry. Salem had lost his father, recently and was just beginning to come to terms with his passing. Salem often had moments where he would do nothing, say nothing, and would only think of his father. Salem drifted off to sleep finally, the sweet caress of dreamlessness overtaking him.
When Salem awoke, the sun was just breaking over the horizon, from what he could see past his curtains. Salem rolled out of bed, yawning and stretching as he did so. Salem changed out of his night sweater and went to wash up. Salem went downstairs to the smell of something sweet. When Salem entered the kitchen, he saw his life long friend, Rowena pulling apple tarts out of the oven. She shooed Salem out of the kitchen and into the dinning room, where her husband Isis sat at the table, their two children Kate, and Booker running around playing tag. Salem watched them running around and he smiled warmly. Isis handed him a glass of grape juice, and a morning paper. Salem sat and read the front cover of the paper and sucked in a breath. Someone was doing a story on his castle, saying that it was abandoned and up for sale.
Salem read the paper carefully, absorbing all the information he could. Somehow, a passerby journalist had gotten stuck on the road outside of town. When he asked for help, the brought him to the local tavern. Conventionally he had asked about the mysterious castle up on the hill. None of the townsfolk had told him anything, so he decided to do some snooping. When he found the castles record book, it had no records for anyone having owned the castle in current time. So the reporter did an article on the castle, which found its way to the town elders. On the front page of the newspaper, was a sign that said 'For Sale' and behind it was the giant castle, Salem was in at this very moment. Salem trembled, with fear, anger and confusion. He didn't understand why nobody had remembered him and Rowena, Isis, Booker and Kate. They had all been living in this castle most of their lives.
Salem ate his breakfast silently as Isis and Rowena chatted away, talking about when they might have another litter. Salem finished his food, and washed his plate before heading outside to go down the worn and beaten path leading down to the iron gates in front of the property. The entire way Salem though he could hear faint shouts, but he wasn't sure. The farther he went down the path the louder they seemed to get. When the old iron gates came into view, Salem realized what the noise was. There were reporters and people he had never seen before. In front of the gates and away from the crowd stood a man with a parchment and a man with a quill. Elegantly, the man signed his name on the paper. Someone in the crowd noticed Salem approaching and screamed.
"Look! Look, someone is coming towards us!" Everyone looked in Salem's direction just as he had stopped in front of the iron gates.
"What business did you have, behind these old abandoned gates" The man who had signed the paper questioned.
"I should be asking you all what business you have here in front of this castle" Salem responded, his voice low but not at all threatening.
The grown pup eyed him as if thinking of stabbing him with the still held quill before speaking, "I have just obtained this property from this town of lovely people"
Salem stopped breathing, a feeling of dread washing over him. The look on his face must have been a sight to see. The man looked quite confused as Salem stood there.
"What's the matter my boy?" The older pup questioned.
"I'm afraid you are not allowed to buy this property sir." Salem said, his voice shaking with the shock of this news.
"Well son, I'm afraid i just did, and I'm not quite sure what you plan to do about it." A low chuckle came from the pup.
At that moment in time everything stood still for a second. Salem took in the older pups words. He felt a rush of fire run through his body. For the first time in many years, Salem was mad. He already knew he looked intimidating, the markings on his face looking like bloody tears.
"Sir, you'll have to have that parchment destroyed as this property is and was not actually for sale." Salem put authority into his voice, using his anger as fuel.
The older pup chuckled and turned to the pup holding the parchment. "Do you have the keys to the gate sir?"
The pup holding the parchment was shocked, as if never having thought of it before. "Now that it comes to me, there were no keys that went with the gate that we have ever had."
Salem stood proudly, feeling the weight of the keys in his coat pocket. Slowly he pulled them out and let them be seen by the eyes of the older pup.
"This property is owned by me, and was never and will never be, for sale. I would appreciate it if you could leave and pretend you had never set eyes on this castle." With a huff, the older pup turned and marched down the road, the top hat upon his head falling every few feet until he decided it was better to be carried.
"We are sorry Salem, we had been foolish. We had not seen you in such a time that we forgot about you being here." The pup handed him the folded parchment.
"We hope to see you in the town soon so that we may repay you for our foolishness." The pup bowed his head, seeming ashamed.
"Its quite alright." Salem patter his head. "I shall come down to the town tomorrow, as it is my birthday, and we shall celebrate with great festiveness. After we shall have a grand party inside my castle. Everyone is welcome!"
The crowd cheered, as Salem marched back up the hill. He had a lot of planning to do. This had been only one of the many misunderstandings he had with the townsfolk, and it would not be the last. But for now at least, everything seemed normal, but different. Salem knew it would not last, but he also knew that this feeling would come around again.
In Salem's story I used a few things that are a part of my own life and personality. I see him as a part of myself in this story, so this story is written from the perspective of both Salem and I, even if that may seem odd. Salem is a boy who is caring, and quiet, while at the same time being adventurous, and mischievous. Salem loves to explore the forest surrounding his castle, even though he knows it from edge to edge. Salem always sees something new, whether it be new growth, or animals. Salem loves to dance. He has been dancing since he was a child. He taught himself how to dance, as he had no teachers to help him. Salem is often judge by his outward appearance, seemingly threatening and terrifying. All Salem wants is to be accepted, yet he does not know how to make this happen.
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