a forest of whispers [nessie]

[Asela Ilar Kolm]

[/color]" Her voice was slick like ice as if she was speaking in front of the Volturi male once again. Her leg absently hung off the branch from where she was sitting in a tree. Asela was costumed to the very clothing of the new generation; jeans, hoodies, shirts - no more dresses thankfully. Her deep red eyes signaled that her last feed was slowly beginning to lose her, but she was still stable not to harm those that lived in the town here. They were locked onto the piece of parchment that the Volturi male gave her.

Asela's mind began to wonder before looking into the sky, or what would be if there wasn't the forest life in front of her. She was curious, would life in the Volturi be better than with her brother? They had everything at their finger tips, meanwhile Atticus caged her like a signing bird. It was horrible. Yet seeing the male in the Theater, he seemed to have so much freedom, it made her so envious. Sighing, Asela rolled the parchment back up, using the seal to close it [surprisingly it still used to keep it close] as she tapped it against her lips.

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TAG; nessie.
NOTES; :3 wee.~
CREDITS; credit to callie![/ul][/size][/font]

[RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN]

The Cullens had their own plans. Well, it was weekend so they had to reason to stick like glue. Carlisle and Esme, Edward and Bella, Alice and Jasper, Rose and Emmett. They deserved some time for themselves. Renesmee decided that she needed some time for herself as well.

Nessie quietly hummed along with the sweet melody of her favorite song. The wind gently blew against her face, stroking her bronze curls. She loved walking under the shadow of the giant trees in the forest. She enjoyed the sight, the fresh air that made her lungs extraordinary comfortable, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. In the passed fifty years, she had missed her dear forest so much. It was like a quiet old friend, who never judged or badmouthed. She loved how the forest embraced her in its giant shadows. It felt like the forest always protected her like a mother protect her child. She had nothing to fear when she was in its arms. Sometimes she fell asleep under a random giant tree with that happiness.

Nessie switched off her iPod and took off her headphones so as to listen to the whispers of the forest. The forest whispered to her sometimes. It said different things. Sometimes it sang to. The sound of the wind blowing and waggling the leaves was the music to her ears. No one ever thought Renesmee Cullen could be so romantic that she could hear the forest whispering; she would not let anyone know either. She would like to keep that little secret to herself, the secret that only her diary was aware of. Her family would laugh so hard if they ever happened to figure out that. Their Renesmee had always been a tough little girl who seemed to be undefeatable. She never showed her nerves, her fears or her sadness. It would be a huge joke for them if they caught her walking aimlessly in the forest, listening to Daughters by John Mayer and talking to the forest; like every dreamy, romantic type of characters in novels did. Nessie let out a sigh and shook her head slightly. She would not let anyone know – she would have to be very careful when being around her mind-reading father.

Such a damn tyrant. A voice cracked across the forest. Nessie’s feet stopped when she recognized the strange voice. The heightened senses of her vampire side allowed her to hear it clearly as if she was standing next to that person. She took a deep breath. She could only smell the sweetness of the flowers, the wood and the earth. No blood’s scent here. Whoever the stranger was; that was surely neither a human nor a shifter. Nessie carefully looked around before jumping up on a high branch of a giant tree, just to have a better view. The girl bit her lower lip as she saw a girl – a vampire to be exact. Well, that girl seemed rather pissed. Nessie wondered if she was seeing a deadly hunter. She indeed did not enjoy meeting a carnivorous vampire here, in Forks – where humans lived. According to her own judgment, blood of Forks’ citizens was charming and hard to resist. She would not let that vampire sink her teeth into anyone in this town. Nevertheless, that vampire could be a good person. Well, Nessie supposed she could not judge a book by its cover. Suddenly, a crazy yet interesting idea crossed her mind.

Hey, which tyrant did you talk about? Nessie said loudly.

ooc: sorry it took me so long. hope it's okay! :]