The Serpents Grotto

I am in thr process of developing a new story. I don’t...

xantchawalker — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 18:20:00 -0600

I am in thr process of developing a new story. I don’t have a name for it as of yet but I just wanted to post a quick bio for my character Kamala

Anyway this is one of my Final Fantasy XI OC’s. Shes a Mithra from the Far East (same land as Tenzen from CoP.) Her name is Kamala. Tibetan for Lotus. Shes a Corsair who works as a Tenshodo transporter. She is the captain of her ship the “Sky Serpent”. (a strange name for a ship I know :P) She also lives in Norg. She usually has an eye patch on her left eye but for simplicity sake I did not place one in the concept sketch.

She has flaming red hair with golden highlights and has one purple eye and one gold eye. Her skin is also a little more tan then most mithra but not by much. Her story isn’t too terribly complicated. (so far) Seeing as she’ from the Far East I decided that she too (Like Tenzens people) worshiped the Celestial Avatar Phoenix. So, with that said I decided to go this rout (yes I got this idea from The moon spirit in Avatar the last Airbender xD)

When Kamala was very young she became severely ill. Her parents tried everything and to no avail Kamala’s state worsened. In a last act of desperation they brought their daughter to the temple of Phoenix in their village and prayed their often ‘til one day Phoenix answered them. Phoenix said she could save their daughter, however she would have to carry a great burden and responsibility in exchange. The parents discussed this betwixt each other at great length and just couldn’t stand the loss of their child. They both agree and Phoenix grants their request and heals their daughter. From there on out Kamala took a drastic change in appearance. Her once inky black hair became as red as fire with golden highlights and her left eye became golden in color as the other stayed violet. Other then that I am not sure of what the eye does YET. Still debating that. Her village was over run when she was small and she was taken in by a Tenshodo pirate after that.

Hello!~ Just letting people know I am still around and plan on...

xantchawalker — Thu, 03 Jan 2013 13:48:43 -0600

Hello!~ Just letting people know I am still around and plan on posting some new stuff soon!

Kylie O'Connell Bio

xantchawalker — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 02:36:00 -0500

A quick Bio of my character Kylie O’Connell. Hope you enjoy. Sorry for any typos etc.

Kylie and all other characters ©Me

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Name: Kylie O’Connell

Age: 37

Birthday: November 17

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Light Brown

Height: 5’ 6’’

Weight: 140

Distinguishing characteristics: a few freckles upon her cheeks

Kylie O’Connell grew up in a household along with her mother Pearl and father David. Along with her parents were also her two brothers Steven and Daniel. Between her and her brothers was a five year and seven year gap. Her everyday life consisted of doing chores within the house with her mother. Many of which included the normal task of expected of a wife and mother. (cooking, cleaning, sewing) As Kylie grew up though she began to notice that there was a separation between the ways she and her brothers lived. They spent most of their time with their father while she spent most of hers with her mother.

After several weeks of inspecting her brother’s actions with their father she inquired with her mother. She asked her why they (her and her mother) stayed inside the house while her brothers and father worked out upon their (tiny) farm. How come they got to ride the horses, why were they allowed to roll in the mud, why did they get to learn to shoot a gun? With those questions her mother had simply laughed and told her that it was simply just the way things were done. The way it had always s been done. The women stayed inside while the men worked out on the farm.

As several more days past and she had asked her mother if it were a rule that women stay inside; if it were against the law. Her mother was actually quite shocked by this and actually answered her “No, there is no law. Nor are there any rules….” From that day forward Kylie continued with her chores, day after day observing her brothers as they worked from inside the house. When she would take her breaks sometimes she would skip lunch to spy on them. There were often times during the nights she would sneak off and teach herself to ride the horses in the barn and lasso stumps and other objects. As this progressed she often spent many hours asking her father of the things they did and his “adventures” and when she asked if she could have an adventure or ride the horses or go into the fields with him he only laughed whole heartedly at her stating that her mother would kill him if he allowed that.

It wasn’t that he was against it. He adored his daughter. He adored her smiling face and love for her family. He knew a part of her strived for the outside world but it just wasn’t the way back then for a woman to get her hands dirty. It just wasn’t womanly. Then, one night, a few months after her 17^th birthday, wolves attacked the farm. In the wake her Brothers were left injured by the wolves. Unable to help their father, Kylie bolted out of the house (in her night gown no less!) and immediately went for the horse barn, grabbing rope as she went. Her mother had protested but it fell upon deaf ears. That night, Kylie road off into the darkness, catching up to her father in the fields. And when he saw her, he was surprised to see her as such. A young woman on horseback! And upon a horse who hadn’t even been saddled up. For she had done it on her own. How had she learned such a thing? But those questions would come later. At that moment he treated her as if she were one of her brothers. An equal. And together that night she showed him what she could do and what she had learned. After chasing off/killing the wolves, they road home slowly, the full moon hanging over their heads as it guided them home.

Kylie told him everything. How she would sneak out at night and practice riding, lassoing, saddling a horse. Even that she would often spy on her brothers. Her father was flabbergasted. That night she and her father had been closer than they ever had been (not that they weren’t but more so) and she was truly happy. (not that she wasn’t happy with her family, she just didn’t feel right being in the home) To her she had found a place in society that she belonged. Not in a kitchen or in the home. She belonged amongst the open ranges, in the field, in the barn. In the sun!

And after that day she did. The next morning her father woke her up at the crack of dawn and from that day on she spent most of her time outside. Although, she did help within the house every now and then it was like she had become who she was meant to be. Not a common house wife but something much more. Her father taught her to shoot a gun. {She became better than her brothers!) How to camp upon the range and watch the cattle even if their farm was minuscule compared to most.

But then, one day, tragedy fell upon the farm as rebel riders and thieves plundered their farm. In their wake they left only the bare necessities along with the corpses of her mother and two brothers. Her father acquired an injury that would hinder his work upon the farm. He would be able to do light work upon the farm but not the essentials to keep it going. At that time, Lilith became the soul supporter of her tiny family and tiny farm. She would help cook for her father and tend to the more stressful chroes upoin the farm. Day after day she did this. And as she did so, it felt hard upon her sould, but she endured it and grew stronger. She began to enjoy what little life she had with her father and she wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.

As several years passed (Kylie was 24 by this point) her father became very ill. At this point the farm had turned more into a kid’s petting coral rather than a full fledge farm. Yet, this was only to support themselves and not as a business. The larger crops had turned to dust and the fields to overgrown forests of grass. No longer did the farm support them financially. Being forced to leave her beloved work upon the farm, and her father’s side, Kylie was forced to find work in town to find a job to help pay for the farm and most of all, to pay for the medical care of her ill father. Every where she went, she was turned down. She tried finding other work upon other farms. She tried finding work as a deliverer of goods. But they wouldn’t hire a woman to do “A man’s job”. At this point she had to take what she could get. Her father’s life depended on it. So, she worked in small restraint in town. She indeed loved to cook but hated the kitchen. She was closed in. Later they moved her into the bar, serving drinks to the men but she despised that too. For she knew the men only saw her as a piece of meat. And the cloths they made her wear…

Then, on one particular hot summer night, that same year, the saloon was in a hold up. And that day Kylie had proven that not only men could shoot a gun or defend themselves. In fact, by the time the Sheriff and his men had arrived she had one man killed and the other two tied and gagged. And as the sheriff arrive with his men, there she stood, in all her glory, wearing her frilly burlesque corset and dress, gun in her left hand and her right upon her hip.

Soon after that she was out of the kitchen. That night, one man, a Mr. Billy Randall had seen her raw talent with a gun. (along with other….aspects). He wanted to make her one of his many bounty hunters. She of course would be the first female but it had its advantages. He hoped in the end though that it would work in his favor….

At first she had refused Billy’s offer and told him of her situation. And this brought a glint to his eyes. It was then he offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse. If he taught her to be an even more skilled marksman with her gun and do whatever he told her to do, he would pay for her father’s medical care and have a place for her to rest in town. She would not be able to stay by her father’s side day and night but she could visit. For if she was going to bounty hunt, she could be needed at any moments notice. Kylie agreed to these terms verbally and through contract. She would do anything to save her father’s life.

To her the man seemed sincere and he acted as such, being kind and gentle with her, but not to the point where he demeaned her. He kept her feeling like and equal. Much later after she had become one of his top bounty hunters (around 26 or 27 years of age) Kylie had fallen for Billy. And so she thought he had felt the same to her. From that day forward they did everything together, even some of her bounties. They even made love. They seemed inseparable. And in return, Billy kept his word to her, keeping her ill father taken care of.

By that time though her father had recovered. Billy offered her the choice of leaving his bounty group and going back to the farm with her father, but he knew she wouldn’t take it. No, he had her wrapped around his finger. She would choose to stay for their ’love’ and the goodness of her heart for hwat he had done for her father. As the years passed (She was 30 by this time) Kylie continued to visit her father and check on the farm. Her father had fully recovered and seemed happy. She would often tell him stories of her beloved Billy Randall and how she had fallen for him and better explained how he was the reason for becoming well. Her father however knew better and warned her of Billy’s “Good Givings”. However Kylie refused to take her father’s words and sure enough, he had been right. One night, after returning from her father’s farm, she caught Billy with another woman.

She threatened to leave and quit and be done with him. She was angry and hurt. For so long they had been together and this whole time he had been playing her the fool. He never loved her. He had only been using her. Billy openly admitted this, enlightening her of her ‘stupidity’ and how no matter how much a woman tries to take a man’s job that women are still women and easily fooled. For their hearts are too soft. As Kylie was about to quit and leave him behind though he suddenly reminded her of her contract. Kylie had only spat at him and ripped it in shreds before swiftly kicking him down in the most painful matter and storming out into the night. She would sooner regret this decision though as she was informed by the local sheriff that her father had been shot and killed and her farm burnt to ashes.

Sorrow and betrayal smothering her entire life, she became cold and snarky. She wanted ever so badly to deliver Billy and his men to hell but was unable as they had fled town that same night. From that time in she became a freelance bounty hunter until about the time when she was 35 and was bested by one of her targets. Shot an injured rather badly (Through the front of her left shoulder). Her pride was left damaged. From that day she gave up. Too stubborn to return to her work she settled for a life she never wanted. A life of a swooner, a performer in the saloon. Acting as the flirtatious woman giving all the men what they wanted. Although, many weights and burdens had been placed upon her over the years, she was still quite the looker being back in her burlesque corset and dress. It was the life she dreaded. Yet she still did it. But why? Had she actually began to enjoy it?

She hadn’t been so sure herself. Perhaps because it was somewhere stable (as stable as it could get back then) and she felt no reason to complain. Although every now and then she felt the itch to pull out her old gun, go get her revenge, track down Billy and his men. And so every so often she would go to remove her pistol from its hiding place within her vanity. Yet as she did, she always reluctantly pulled her hand back and reminded herself of the life she must live now. Why was it she held on to the old thing if she had no use for it now? Would she continue to live her life in a lie or would she stand up and fight for the truth?

Heavens Not Enough

xantchawalker — Tue, 31 May 2011 23:38:00 -0500

A little back story I wrote up for Rughadjeen and Sachiel. Nothing too special but I hope you like it. I started this months ago but never finished and now I have. Enjoy!

Rughadjeen, Gadalar, other names and monsters are ©Square Enix

Sachiel ©Me

Heavens Not Enough

The heavy mist of Arrapago Reef sat heavy on the air as two armor clad figures walked through one of the most dangerous and despised Beastmen strong hold in all of the Aht Urghan Empire. They had arrived just before the early morning light had tried to peer through the thick mist of the reef. It was always hard to tell when night or day had befallen such a dreadful place. As the two figures walked along the small shores and coves, they stopped briefly as they approached a small group of lamia. The shorter of the two, a brown haired hume with piercing blue eyes turned to his taller Elvaan companion and spoke quietly under his breath. “Remind me why we are here again?” he spat under his breath, sapphire eyes peered at their Elvaan companion. As he spat those words in irritation, he proceeded to reach for his scythe ready for a heated battle; impatient even. Just as he was about to arm himself the Elvaan raised a hand out in front of the hume, silent at first, and then he turned to speak as his amber eyes met with the hume’s brilliant blues.

“Gadalar.” he whispered quietly under his breath “I told you. This is a Reconnaissance mission. We’re here to gather information. We are NOT here to fight, my friend. Lay down your weapon…for now.“ Gadalar growled under his breath as he scowled at the Elvaan “Always the cool one. Eh, Rughadjeen.? You know I enjoy ripping the Beastmen a new one whenever I have the chance. Why did you bring me on such a ridiculous mission?’ Gadalar Scoffed as he reluctantly brought his hands back down to his sides. His companion Rughadjeen smiled briefly as he looked over at the infuriated Hume. “You may be hot blooded my friend but I know you are no fool. Think about it a moment. If we we’re to get in a bind you would be able to escape us form this god forsaken place. You are the ONLY one who could do so. So please, just try and bear with me.” The Elvaans face turned to that of a serious one as he tried to remind Gadalar of the dire situation. As much as the Flameserpent General hated to admit it, his friend was right. As always. Gadalar proceeded with rolling his eye “Yeah, you have a point there. I will hold back for now but if one of these slimy bastards dare lay a hand on either of us I make my move. Is that clear?” A wide and cynical smile spread across Gadalar’s face as he spoke. Rughadjeen replied as he lowered his ears and closed his eyes with a sigh “Yes, of course, of course” His brow twitched only slightly until he regained his composure from his feisty friend “At any rate it looks like they’ve moved. Let us continue”

The two continued to push through the dense fog as the smell of mildew and death filled their senses. At one point they had come across what looked like a pile of corpses. Even the Flameserpent himself had almost gagged at the site. Rughadjeen furrowed his brow but kept himself in check as he motioned Gadalar to continue onward until they finally reached the prisoner block of the area. As Rughadjeen peaks his head around the corner he sees that only a single Lamia guarded the room. He quietly motioned for Gadalar to take his post as he discreetly made his way into the room behind some cargo. Although the Skyserpent General seemed calm, his heart raced fiercely in his chest. Even the bravest get scared. There was no room for mistakes here. And if they did he’d hate to see the outcome Even though Gadalar was here to back him up, as soon as the first drop of blood is drawn he knew a swarm of those beasts would come for them and that wouldn’t leave them much time.

Lost in thought he suddenly perked his ears up slightly as he heard chatting coming from the cells and in the far off distance followed by the cry of a woman. Rughadjeen glanced quickly over to Gadalar. So he had heard it too. As the brunette nodded, he too, quickly jumped into the room and kneeled next to Rughadjeen. “Something’s not right here.” The Flameserpent said as he glared into the dark room off to their right and back to his friend.

Rughadjeen looked over the cargo and to the cells in front of him. Only a single prisoner lay there. It was the Auction House owner of Al Zahbi. That poor bastard was always getting himself caught here. The Elvaan nodded at Gadalar and moved his head closer to the Hume “I agree my friend. I am fairly sure there was only this jail block and no other in the area. This is unusual.” Rughadjeen’s eyes looked around quickly scanning the area. Another scream came forward followed by what sounded like the rattling of shackles, then followed by the slamming of a heavy iron gate. Rughadjeen’s eyes narrowed as he heard this again. Gadalar jumped as if to run over to the dark room ahead but Rughadjeen stopped him immediately “You will stay here. Understand?” Rughadjeen looked over at his friend his golden eyes filled with that serious look he showed in the midst of battle “If I am not back in 10 minutes you will proceed out of here with the prisoner. Do you understand me?” Gadalar fussed back at him, his hand raised at his Elvaan friend. Sapphire eyes a lit with a fiery passion and concern for one of his only friends, Gadalar spoke “Impossible! You may be the head of the Serpent generals but you are not invincible. I am going with you, you buffoon!” Rughadjeen quickly glared down at Gadalar as he stood before him and grabbed his wrist sternly. “This is not the time for this Gadalar.” His gold eyes could have pierced right through Flameserpent’s soul. Gadalar looked up at him in shock. Something was wrong here. And it wasn’t just the sound coming from the dark room ahead. Something odd was happening with Rughadjeen. Alas, though, Gadalar knew better than to go against the mighty Paladin. Instead he glanced at him with a scowl of concern and backed down. Rughadjeen continued once more “Is that understood?” he repeated. The Hume nodded “Yes sir…” as Gadalar trailed off Rughadjeen quickly sprinted off into the next room and disappeared into the darkness.

When Rughadjeen reached his destination he found himself in what looked like a cellar or sorts. There were several shelves and rations and crates that surrounded him. How odd. He thought to himself. As he continued on he suddenly found himself stumbling upon a dead corpse. As he caught his fall, he looked down at the poor soul. Its cloths were in shreds and although it was only a skeleton its body looked like it had died in agony. He quietly leaned down as he inspected the corpse and he came across a medallion that still hung around the neck and inside its ribcage. The Elvaan reached within the ribcage and grabbed the medallion. He swiftly dusted it off. It wad definitely made with pure imperial silver. As he turned it over to look at the front design his eyes widened. The sign of the serpent. “This is….!” He scanned over it again. Two, three, four times. He had to be sure. There was no doubt about it. This was the symbol of the academy from several years ago. Back around the time that he had been enrolled. Around that time that the beastmen had… anger filled him momentarily but he quelled it. Brushing the horrible memory aside he quickly slid the medallion in his pocket and lowered his eyes at the corpse below, speaking a quiet prayer.

Rughadjeen moved on until he approached the next area. He was drawn back by what he saw. It was a living quarters. More like a cell really. As he continued onward upon the damp stone floor, he looked to the walls lit by torches. It was then that he came across a painting. Removing a single torch from the way he lifted it toward the painting to get a better look. His eyes scanned it quickly. It was scenery form Al Zahbi. More importantly, somewhere special that he used to take HER. Even the style of the work, it seemed so familiar to him. It looked like hers. His blood began to boil again as he thought on the past. Things that he had tried so hard to forget from that day were flowing back into him. No, you mustn’t be blinded by your rage. What is done is done and that is why you became a part of the imperial guard and a Serpent General. To keep this same event from ever happening again. Keep steady Rughadjeen. He turned away from the picture his eyes full of sorrow.

When he delved deeper into what seemed to be a holding cell, he coughed as a putrid smell filled his nose. He covered his mouth with his left hand as he moved forward and came across the dark silhouettes of cell bars, a bed, and table. As he held the torch forward he saw the floor was stained with blood old and new; water and dirt. Perhaps that corpse sought refuge here. Perhaps a captive from the academy from long ago when the undead swarm had…

His fist clenched at his side as flashes of his past ran across his memories: Burning buildings, corpses of his friends, teachers…his mother. All of them. Many had been killed that day but there were also several who had been taken captive. Several of which were his fellow comrades at the academy. His eyes took on a forlorn look as if he had been thinking on someone specifically. Shaking his head of it, he pressed on. As he looked across the room, blood was spattered everywhere and corpses were sprawled all over. Were they servants? Or something else….? His stomach lurched at the thought of the other possibilities.

Between the stench of rotting flesh, blood, and mildew, (along with the thoughts of what may have been done to these people) he lurched over and gagged briefly in disgust. But then he heard something whimpering in the darkness. He steadied himself again and walked towards the sound. As his footsteps sloshed amongst the water puddles the whimpering increased. Carefully, he held the torch forward and in there, in the small dismal corner of that putrid cell laid a female mithra huddling pitifully. As she shivered, her shackles rattled steadily.

Seeing the young mithra in distress, Rughadjeen quickly sat the torch on a dry surface and began working on the iron gate of the cell. Finally breaking it open after a short time, he ran to the figure and fell to his knees. “Miss! Are you all right!?” His voice was quiet but clear as he spoke. Prior to his approach to her, he was able to see that she had an odd skin color for a Mithra. Even her ears had an odd shape. Perhaps it was all the filth she was covered in that made her seem so? Or was there something more to it than that?

With that thought quickly pushed aside he shook his head and touched the girl’s body. It had been marred severely as it was covered in small cuts and gashes and her skin caked with dirt and blood. Her hair was knotted and gunked with mud and dirt. She smelled as if she hadn’t bathed in months. The Mithra flinched violently as he let his hand lay upon her shoulder. “Please just kill me! I don’t deserve to live any longer. Put me out of my misery….” Rughadjeen became very disturbed by the girls words. What had they done to her? He gently shook her shoulders. “Listen to me. I am here to take you back to the empire. Do not worry. I won’t let any more harm come to you.” As he did this the girl suddenly looked up at him her eyes clouded with what seemed like years of sorrow and abuse. At that moment Rughadjeen looked into those eyes. He couldn’t quit make them out completely but something seemed oddly familiar.

Moving over a few inches he let the light of the torch shine upon her skin. Then he saw them. Beautiful eyes the color of eastern jade. A color of eyes he hadn’t seen in several years. He peered deeper at her image as all her features came into view. Her skin, although caked, was somewhat tan but not the tan of an Elshimo mithra. No this was something altogether different. As if she was form the east. Her ears were lower than most Mithra and more rounded. Running his hands through her matted hair, he held it up as if in desperate search for answers. Holding it gently up to the light, her hair (although caked in mud) was the color of pale blue opal. Glancing upon her face again he noticed her lack of face markings. This girl was only part Mithra. Then it struck home. He KNEW this girl. In fact, they were teenage friends. Comrades, classmates, and maybe, if things had been different..maybe even….

But that thought was quickly quelled. There was no time for that. This is impossible. She had been taken years ago. I saw it with my very own eyes. Because I couldn’t…because I… He remembered her screaming for him as he tried to save her but he failed. She was always so stubborn trying to do more than she could handle. Trying to prove herself to him and the others. Biting his lower lip he remembered it well. He was twenty-two at the time and had just graduated out of the imperial academy and was barely a private. He swallowed hard as he looked down at the girl below him. How was it she still lived after he failed to save her. She was still youngling. She hadn’t even graduated from the academy yet being at the age of nineteen. She’d have to be at least twenty-four by now. He often had nightmares of that night but as the years went on he had pushed all those memories aside and started a new life in the empire. There was no need to linger n the past. But when he saw this girl, who may be her, his good friend, and perhaps who would have one day had been his lover, his heart sank and anger burned deeply within him. An anger that no one had ever seen before from the Skyserpent General. Still, he kept his voice soft for her sake. “Sachiel?” he said to her questionably.

Without a second thought or answer from her he quickly began working on the shackles until she was freed. Her wrists and ankles were bruised very badly from the tightly cuffed bronze. He said her name once more when she didn’t answers. Maybe this wasn’t her. But it had to be. No other woman in the city of Aht Urhgan, or the entire empire, had eyes the color of eastern jade like she did. This time the young mithra cocked her head at him, her face seemed to be lost in a daze. A good indication that she was probably malnourished and dehydrated. Rughadjeen’s face took on a tinge of worry. Whether this girl was Sachiel or not he had to help her. And he would treat her as if she were, regardless of who she was. A citizen of the empire was just as important as an old friend. Or that’s what he told himself anyway.

Quickly, he took the back of his cape and wrapped it around her to shelter her from the dampness “Do you remember who I am? Please tell me you remember who I am. ..Who I was?” She looked at him meekly. As she looked upon him her eyes seemed to strain as if she had been sleeping for eons. When she didn’t answer, Rughadjeen’s mind quickly began to wonder if there was anything else he could say to help her remember. Then he recalled the painting from earlier. He spoke up quietly, hopefulness in his voice “I saw your painting back there. Such beauty could not have been painted by just anyone. It would have had to be painted by one with a beautiful soul. A soul such as your own…”.

These are the words he had spoken to her four years before her graduation. It was hard to believe such a strong and tenacious woman was able to paint something so calm and serene. So beautiful. He remembered once that he had tried to convince her to quit the academy and become an artisan instead. It wasn’t that she couldn’t fight. Anyone could learn to fight. And by Walahlra did she have the spirit for it but…he was scared. He didn’t want to see her get hurt…

Shaking his head out of those thoughts, he looked down at her a smile upon his face. Slowly, the young mithra sat on his words. As weak as she was it took a moment for the man’s words to process in her mind. When they did, she first wondered how he had known the painting was hers. Then, as she focused on his face further she realized he was an Elvaan. As she stared deep within his ambers eyes, they were aglow from the flame of the torch. Only one person had ever known about her art. Her eyes widened. “Rugh…….Rugh is that you?” She reached up to his face weakly rubbing her thumb across his cheek, leaving a dirt mark across it. But Rughadjeen didn’t care. All he cared was that she knew who he was and that she was indeed his Sachiel.

Rughadjeen’s smile only widened further. He was almost in tears.“Yes, that’s right.” He continue, his smile unwavering. “It’s me, Rughadjeen. I’m going to get you out of here and back to the empire. I promise no more harm will come to you .” Rughadjeen brought her close to his chest, cradling her softly within his cape. His strong arms enveloping her with warmth and protection. In his arms he held a link to his past, someone he could relate to and protect. A family. Even if she didn’t care for him like he did for her. And then at that moment, although he had the entire city of Aht Urghan to protect and keep safe, this girl suddenly meant more to him then the entire empire. More than the other Generals. Hoisting himself up to his feet he looked around for a way out. Gadalar would have surely left by now so they were on their own.

To his dismay though, a hiss came from behind him. He grimaced as he turned around and stared savagely at the beast. A lamia. Anger filled his eyes as he growled beneath his breath. Never before had such anger and fire been raised within the acclaimed Skyserpent General. “You will not harm this girl…!” The lamia only laughed at his retort. It only seemed to provoke her.

As he stared down upon the lamia now in front of him, he spat at her. Rughadjeen had never told anyone before but he despised the undead swarm the most for what they had done to his life. First they had taken his mother’s life, his friends, his teachers… And now-now he had found what was left of his past with this girl and they wanted to take it away from him. Take away the girl in which he had fallen deeply in love with but was too childish to admit it to her. Afraid it would ruin their relationship as friends. He would not make the same mistake. He would not let them take her away from him ever again.

Keeping the girl hugged close to him, he fiercely kicked at the lamia, slamming it harshly against the iron bars of the cell. As he tried to run forward he was blocked by two more lamia. “Damn it all. They know we’re here….” He “tsked” under his breath as he looked around for a way out. With the girl in his arms, there wasn’t much he could do. But he refused to let her go. As the lamia back them both into a corner he held her tighter, shielding her from any oncoming attack. Rughadjeen then felt his back hit the wall. There was no other way forward. He looked around trying desperately but there were no openings.

Then suddenly, as if a red winged angel had arrived, the room was a lit with bright and vibrant frames. The receding embers like feathers in the wind. The Lamias hissed as a figure jumped in front of the Elvaan. “Your ten minutes is up!”The figure sneered. It was none other than Gadalar. “Did you think I’d leave you alone? You can punish me with whatever you see fit when we return.” He looked back at the girl in Rughadjeen’s arms as the sound of wailing Lamia filled the air “Who’s the girl?” he asked. But then the Elvaan did something Gadalar hadn’t expected. With a snarl, his ears laid back and he looked to Gadalar. His tone was vicious. “Get us out of here now. Questions later!” Gadalar jumped. It wasn’t often that he heard Rughadjeen like this. (Nor was it often that anyone could make the Flameserpent cower in his own boots) In fact, not at all had Rughadjeen ever acted as such.

Gadalar didn’t refuse his orders. Instead, he grimaced in shock as he began casting a spell to get them back to the capitol. As he continued to cast and the flames within the room continued to burn, he watched as Rughadjeen stood there, his eyes fixed on the (now sleeping) mithra. Had Rughadjeen known her? Then Rughadjeen looked up and into the flames; Amber eyes aglow with detest. As Gadalar looked closer within his fiend’s eyes he saw a hint of exasperation there too and he actually began to worry for him. The Flameserpent knew Rughadjeen better than anyone in the entire empire and never before had he ever seen his friend so full of distress. Before he could ask himself anymore question though, the three of them were engulfed into darkness and gone from that godforsaken hole of rotting flesh.

Two Sareks?

xantchawalker — Tue, 31 May 2011 09:06:00 -0500

NOTE: These characters are no longer in use and the project has been called off. I left this post for those who will or have read a few of my writing excerpts.

I just wanted to clear up some possible confusion. In two different stories here I have a character named Sarek. Originally when my friend and I started writing, we had only the intent of writing one story. However, that all changed when the writing bug hit us and we decided to start another one the side.

Sarek is a chracter in which my friend Pathend had created for the world of The Wheel of Time. A book series by Robert Jordan.

( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wheel_of_Time)

In this setting Sarek is an assassin who is quite boyish and mischievous, and although an assassin, strives for life of himself and others. (obviously in the wrong business, eh?) Hes actually quite a goofy and lovable character and although he has his serious side, for the most part hes kind and gentle and (now) lives his life to ensure the safety of Lilith Kerrigan.

Art Work© Daluna. Please do not use without permission!

On the Right is the Sarek from Tear, a city within the book The Wheel of Time (To his left is my character Lilith Kerrigan)

As for the Sarek in which I was first introduced in the Vana’diel RP, he was left orphaned along with his brother Magnus. At their young age, the two were separated. Magnus was taken and raised by a foster parent in the Republic of Bastok. Sarek, however, was taken by the Quadav beastmen and forever felt betrayal and disgust for his brother. (There was even a tinge of jealousy in his heart as well) This Sarek (In teh beginning) Really was quite the dark character, wanting nothing but revenge. He would go as far to take his brothers love in a time in which she lost her memory and use her to get to get revenge on his brother, Magnus.

Sarek as he appears in the Vana’diel world of Final Fantasy XI

Anyway I hope that clears things up a bit for those of you who have read through a few of my posts. ^^

Thoughts of You

xantchawalker — Mon, 30 May 2011 18:39:00 -0500

A short one shot for the lovely Daluna in exchange for an art trade. The request was that I write something with Gadalar spending some quality intimate time with himself…alone. (>.>) So, I took that Idea and ran with it. I think it turned out pretty well. I tried to make it as tasteful as possible for what he was doing. There is a small part in here that refrence the relationship of Gadalar and Diana form Infinity Moon’s story between the two, so I wanted to make sure I give her credit where it is due! (http://infinity-moon.deviantart.com/)

Gadalar Rughadjeen and all armor, city names, etc are ©Square Enix

Diana is ©Daluna (http://raruna.tumblr.com/)

If you hadn’t guessed ladies and gents this one is 18+ so you have been warned. I wouldn’t call it super graphic though.

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Thoughts of You

As the sun began setting upon the city of Al Zahbi, the streets were filled with the sounds of low murmurs as people began clearing the previously battle ridden streets. The sound of adventurers parading about their victories filled the air while others mourned over the deaths of their loved ones. Yet, as most people know, this was an all too common sight and no one knew this better than the Five Serpent Generals. Nearby upon the Bastion stood a young man with silky brown hair and striking sapphire eyes that could seemingly pierce through steel. But at this moment those sapphires seemed as if they were heavy with burden. Standing there, the young Hume seemed to be chatting with a young Elvaan fellow with soft amber eyes and raven hair pulled back in an ornate gold clasp. Carrying a helmet upon his side and under his arm, the Elvaan looked to the brunette youth with concern. Taking a closer look it was easy to see who the two men talking were. The raven haired man was the acclaimed Skyserpent General Rughadjeen and the man with piercing blues was the fierce Flameserpent General Gadalar.

As the two comrades talked amongst themselves, Rughadjeen placed a hand upon his friend’s shoulder. “Really, Gadalar. You need to get some rest, my friend. You’ve had a rough week.” Gadalar looked up at Rughadjeen as if the Elvaan had insulted his competence. “I am just fine! I require no rest. How could you even insist on such a thing! I have to-!” But Gadalar was quickly cut off as Rughadjeen held up his free hand. “My friend…I understand how you feel. But no one could have prevented such an inci-.“ This time Rughadjeen was cut off sharply as Gadalar voice rang through the air “Don’t you even Rughadjeen! It has nothing to with that!” Gadalar looked down and away from his friend as he clenched his fist at his sides.

Rughadjeen let out a heavy sigh as he looked to the Flameserpent with disappointment. “There is no need to be ashamed to talk about it, Gadalar.” He spoke softly. “We can’t save everyone. You’ve known that since the moment I brought you in. Every day we lose warriors. Brave warriors who fight to bring glory not only to the empress, but also the people of Aht Urghan.”

Looking away from his friend’s soft amber eyes, Gadalar’s knuckles began to turn white as he clenched his fists even tighter. Rughadjeen was right. He did know that, but for some reason, something had changed within him. Something he wasn’t used to. That something was an undying urge to protect. Sure, in the past he served to protect the empress but he always enjoyed the blood bath that came in suit. But now…now things were different. Suddenly his train of thought had been cut off as he felt Rughadjeen shaking him a bit “Gadalar….Gadalar! Are you ok?” The Elvaan spoke. The Flameserpent General shook his head a moment. He must have set himself in a daze. Damn that woman….

Gadalar regained his composure and swiftly pushed Rughadjeen’s hand aside. “I’m fine! Stop treating me like a child. I am a grown man!” Letting out a grunt and a heavy sigh he rested his right hand upon his hip and looked out upon the rubble covered streets of Al Zahbi. As he did so, Rughadjeen’s face was first covered in concern for his friend. Then it hit him. Soon the frown that had been upon the Elvaan’s face became a soft smile. So, his friend WAS changing. But it wasn’t on his own. Ever since he had reacquainted himself with the ravened haired beauty of his past, Gadalar had seemed to become more aware of his surroundings. Something before, which the notorious Flameserpent General would have never done. He may have had a conscious before but it never showed. Now, it was clear he did indeed have one.

Letting out a grunt, Gadalar turned his back to Rughadjeen and began walking off towards his quarters to remove himself from the Aht Urgahn sunset. A sunset that most saw as relief. For Gadalar it seemed to represent something more that. As if the burning sun in the distance was a constant reminder and embodiment of his past and of his soul. As he continued upon the walkway of the Bastion Rughadjeen called out to him. “Gadalar!” The Elvaan spoke as he took a few steps forward towards his friend before stopping a few yalms away from him. “Do not be afraid to embrace the feelings you have been given. Surely you will be given eternal happiness if you accept them. If not for the people of Aht Urghan or even for me…at least for her,” Sapphire eyes widened in surprise. As a light blush crossed upon the Flameserpent’s cheeks, he scowled in silent frustration. Rughadjeen raised his voice once more “I worry about you my friend. By Walahlra, we all do. So please don’t beat yourself up over anything that’s happened today. Seek solace in what others have given you.”

Listening to his friends words carefully, Gadalar felt his brow twitch slightly. He knew what his Elvaan friend had said was true. He knew it in his heart. Yet he was as stubborn as ever not wanting to admit it. Gritting his teeth silently he raised a hand up in the air as if blowing the Skyserpent off. As he did so he began walking away once more to return to his quarters. However Rughadjeen smiled as Gadalar walked away with a hand in the air. He knew Gadalar better than anyone. (Well, besides her anyway.) The Hume wasn’t blowing him off. Quite the contrary. He was acknowledging the Elvaan’s words.

Watching his friend disappear into the now almost vacant streets of Al Zahbi, amber eyes took on a look of great relief. His friend was indeed walking down a path that could ease his soul. Whether Gadalar chose to accept that was up to him. Would he choose to continue down the path of the downward spiral and smother himself in his own darkness? Or would he choose to bathe within her everlasting light?

Letting out a heavy sigh Rughadjeen returned to his usual post. Leaning over the edge as he watched the mercenaries upon the streets below, he became lost in thought. For so long his friend had been in much misery. Sure, he truly enjoyed the heat of battle. The Hume thrived upon it. Yet deep within those azures, Rughadjeen had seen a distant pain that kept itself locked up tight. A pain that no one deserved to face alone.

Amber eyes were now laced with concern; as if they held the light of the near east sunset that was the embodiment of Gadalar’s pain. Letting out a heavy sigh, the Elvaan thought to himself. ‘By Walahlra I hope he chooses the light…’

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Gadalar entered within his quarters, pushing his door shut just enough to let the air pass through. The eastern summers were something horrid and to lock one’s self up during that time would be suicide. Walking towards his already open window pane he looked upon Al Zahbi and sighed. His sapphire orbs seemed somewhat tired and dull. Running his right hand across his face, it was met with a mixture of dirt, sweat and blood. Turning away from the window he walked to the bronze basin located within the washroom. A part of his room that was separate from the rest. As he entered the room and arrives at the basin, He pumped the small lever as cool water slowly began to trickle down into the aged bronze. Reaching down within the basin he plugged it up and continued to pump the lever until water flowed freely from the faucet.

When the basin was just full enough to submerge his arms beneath the water, he leaned over the basin and cupped water within his soiled hands. Raising his arms upward toward himself he splashed his face with the cool liquid, removing the filth from his hands and face. He continued this several times until he felt he was clean enough. Flicking the excess water from his hand back into the basin, he leaned down looking upon his reflection. As he did so, a few pieces of damp hair fell forward in front of his face. Examining his reflection closely he began thinking about what Rughadjeen had told him. To embrace what others had to offer him. Then he remembered how the Elvaan seemed to berate him on how SHE had changed him. He spoke aloud to himself. “Who did that damn Paladin think he was to think he had an inkling as to what was going on in my mind?” Reaching within the water he unplugged the drain and sat the stopper aside before reaching for a towel to dry his face and hands.

Returning within his quarters he sat upon his four post bed, feet still upon the floor as he sat upon the side of it. He looked up examining the silken cloth that draped upon the bed like curtains. It was mostly deep reds and gold that streamed delicately above him. The sheets were of the finest Aht Urgahn silk and were the color of blood. The bed itself seemed to be made from what looked like mahogany. Upon the post were hand carved serpents that ran up the posts and along the side boards. Upon the floors were beautiful carpets adorned with golden tassels. On the walls hung a painting of the palace and the countries banner, all made of the finest materials and paint that imperial pieces could buy. As he looked over to his bedside table though, he gazed upon probably the most un-extravagant piece amongst the room. It was a small painting of a tiny village from the Far East.

As he gazed upon it, a sly smirk ran across his lips. Yet, as he looked back out upon the sunset he saw visions of flames. The sounds of anguish and the smell of blood filling his sense. Shaking his head he walked over to a set of doors that led out a balcony. Turning the handles of the doors, he pulled them open as the evening summer breeze slowly blew in causing the curtains hanging above the doors to billow lightly in the wind. Slowly walking out onto the balcony he leaned over the ledge. This part of the room looked over the Wajaom Woodlands. Here he began to think.

Here he was, in the heart of the east. A wealthy town. He practically lived the life of a king save for the blood baths he would encounter almost on a weekly basis. But still, he was surrounded by riches. For the rest of his life he’d never have to worry about anything. He should be happy and grateful. And he was, but something was missing. But also he felt selfish too. Azure eyes narrowing upon the woodlands he thought back to the village painting upon his night stand. Long ago he had been but a simple farm boy and now look where he was. A part of him secretly yearned to go back to the way things used to be but he knew they couldn’t. Sure, he never wanted to stay a farmer, but the village life is what he missed. A simple life. A life with her.

‘Tsking’ a loud he faced away from the woodlands and walked back within his quarters and gazed upon the Al Zahbi once more. Perhaps it would be good to take his mind of that subject. But as he gazed upon the streets of Al Zahbi, he recalled the life he had failed to save this day. And for the life of a general, it was all too common situation. It wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before but this child he saw… this child that was killed in front of his eyes. It reminded him of that time long ago. It reminded him of…

Plopping back upon his bad Gadalar cursed under his breath. ‘Damn that accursed woman for making me feel this way…’ He continued to lay there trying to get his mind off of things. He was angry, tired, and frustrated. He found himself ready to fight. He was anxious for battle and he wanted it now. And that’s how it’s always been. How he’s always dealt with his problems. Through battle. Sure, he had his other reasons for fighting alongside the empire besides bloodshed and the thrill of the fight. They were quite indeed noble reasons. Admirable even. Yet, it seemed to have become a kind of therapy for him. But perhaps now it was more like a means to runway from his problems and his past.

Already his face had begun to sweat. Although the evening was nearly upon them it was still quite warm. Wiping his face of the sweat and brushing a few strands of brown locks from his face, he let out a frustrated sigh. There were no battles going on and nor would he wish one upon the city at this time and Rughadjeen was nowhere around close enough to even spar with. (Or for him to get dragged off to a local tavern for that matter.). Rubbing at his face he lowered his hand down to his side once more. Then his friend’s words seemed to pop within his head. ‘Don’t be afraid of the emotions people have given me, huh?’ In the back of his head something seemed to click. He knew right then exactly what he needed to do. As a sly grin crossed upon his face he slowly closed his eyes and let out a breath. “Oh, I’ll use those emotions alright…” He whispered aloud to himself.

Sitting back up and then leaning over his knees, he began unbuckling his Amir Boots and messily tossed them aside. Next, he began working on the breast plate of his Amir Korazin. Unlatching it quickly with no effort, he too tossed that aside along with his white over shirt, without rhyme nor reason. With only his black undershirt, Turban and Amir Dirs remaining, he climbed upon his bed and pulled the silk curtain back just slightly to enhance the ambiance of the room. Carefully he adjusted himself back against the plush pillows behind him, propping himself up just enough so he could sit with maximum comfort. Taking a deep breath he loosened his strap upon the chin of his turban and let it hang to the side. Leaning his head back upon the pillows he brought his hands down to their main destination.

Slowly, he began unlacing his Amir Dirs. Finishing up with the final bit of lace, he shifted aside slightly to lower them past his hips. In doing so he revealed his swollen manhood. Closing his eyes and leaning further back against the pillows he took his burning length within his hands. He let out a coo as he did so. Although he knew them not, his hand felt cool against his length and for that he was grateful because it only enhanced the situation. THIS was how he’d use those emotions and this was how he’d relieve his frustrations.

Running his hands softly across the shaft of his length, his mind began to wander to the woman Rughadjeen had been speaking of. For so long he had known her yet also for so long he hadn’t. To have her appear back into his life, whether he wanted to admit it or not was something quite wonderful. His mind filled of memories past. Their first time under that tree and the time they took shelter from the rain. Even now he thought upon her beauty. She was like his porcelain doll to have and protect but to also do what he wanted with. He began to think of her nude body basking in the light of the eastern moon. Letting a moan escape his lips he spoke her name aloud. “Diana…”

It wasn’t long before his heart began racing within his chest like a trapped colibri within a cage. How badly at this moment he wanted her and yet she was nowhere to be found. But for him he still enjoyed it. It only made the situation even more pleasurable. But there was that softer side of him that would have felt bad if he had merely used her as a tool to release his frustrations (Although he’d never admit to that). As he began stroking the fiery serpent within his hands he looked down to what he was doing and began to imagine her soft and voluptuous lips wrapped around his length. The thought alone was enough to make him moan aloud. Those gorgeous soft lips. Those lips that were only for him and no one else.

As he looked down upon his actions he closed his eyes and spoke aloud in quiet breaths “That’s right Diana. Show your general how much you love doing this to him….” As his tempo increased upon his length his breaths came in small shudders. In his mind he began to think of those beautiful Onyx eyes looking up at him. But they weren’t just full of lust. No, they held a passion and love much deeper than anyone could ever wish to see. Again, a look only for him and no one else. As he felt himself reaching a new height in his pleasure, he imagined his left hand gripped loosely within her wavy locks of raven hair. Encouraging her as she lovingly took him deep within her mouth. In that same instance his left hand gripped tightly upon the silken sheet below him.

Sweat began to form upon his temple once more as his turban became somewhat disheveled upon his head. A few strands of brown hair sticking upon his face now, he leaned his head back against the pillows once more, the fine silk caressing the back of his neck. The pleasure he was experience was immeasurable and almost unadulterated. And just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore he began to hear her sweet voice within his mind. There was no particular one thing she had said that had gotten him higher. It was just the sound of his personal maiden speaking to him. Her voice more heavenly than any other sound in the entire world.

Then for a moment he began remembering all that they had gone through together. Their past, their present and soon to be their future. As deep azures peered open only slightly, he looked upon the ceiling and saw her face looking down upon him. Love and passion deep within those soft onyx eyes. His breathing ragged now his hand began to shake wildly and his heart beat even faster. He moaned for her again “Diana….please…take me within you…Show your General how much you love him.” As he said those words aloud he suddenly envisioned her taking his seed within the fleshy prison of her warm and moist mouth. When he did so, piercing sapphires shot open in pleasure as a shock of ecstasy ran through his entire body followed by a white light. In those moments he let out a guttural moan and leaned forward as he thought of her taking in his essence- swallowing it tastefully so he knew she had done so. As his seed spilled within his hands, his eyes narrowed slightly as beads of sweat rolled down his temples and thin strands of hair clung to his cheeks and jaw line.

Breathing heavily as he slowly came down from his high; he held the warm but sticky mess within his hands a moment as he thought on the love of his life. The pleasant features of her face still etched deep within his thoughts. Once again, a sly smile crossed upon his lips ‘What an exquisite woman she is. And to think she is mine and mine alone…and I hers.’ Regaining his composure he awkwardly positioned himself to make sure he had caught all his sin within his hands.

When he assured himself that he was safe of a mess, he walked back to the basin. (left hand gripping his trousers to keep them from falling) As he arrived at the basin he began pumping the lever once more. As he did so, he held his right hand beneath the flowing water and rinsed it thoroughly. After his hand was clean he plugged the basin up with the stopper and filled it once more. When the basin was just full enough, he tossed his turban onto the chair within the washroom and cupped water in his hands and rinsed his face several times until he became somewhat cool. Looking down to his reflection again as he had done so earlier, he actually smiled softly. How lucky he was to be where he was. How lucky he was to have the friends he had around him who cared for him. How lucky was he to have the girl of his dreams by his side.

Turning to dry his face upon the towel once more he took a deep breath and headed out of the wash room and out to the balcony. As he did so, a warm evening breeze blew passed him gently. As he entered the night, the sun now gone, he felt the eastern moon showering his skin. It was like being wrapped within her warm embrace. Looking upon the full moon, he couldn’t help but smile and think of her smiling face, her pouty face….all of her faces. Taking in a deep breath, the warm evening breeze wrapped around his body once more and blew past his silky brown hair.

In his mind he began to think on the winds of change and what the future may hold for them. A life a part? A life together? Marriage. A binding. His best man? Children, and grand children. A simple life? The life of an adventurer, a warrior? Who knew what the future held. As he continued with his neck arched up at the moon he opened azure eyes, their glance was forever knowing. “Damn, all these thoughts of you…” Quietly, he smiled softly upon the dark of the night as if mocking it.

The Bloody Corridor

xantchawalker — Mon, 30 May 2011 18:29:00 -0500

NOTE: These characters are no longer in use and the project has been called off. I left this post for those who will or have read a few of my writing excerpts.

Another (of many) dream excerpt from my Wheel of Time RP. After an incident that nearly led to her rape, Lilith was rescued by Sarek. In that time before he found her she was forced to relive the memories of her past where she had almost lost her virginity at a very young age. As those memories returned in full force during this present incident she is left mentally broken and unsure of anything.

While Sarek whisks a shaken Lilith off to safety within his arms she’s falls back into a deep sleep, her dreams recalling the current incident in a bit of a different fashion. In the past two dreams there was a wolf and if you hadn’t guess the wolf represents Sarek. In this dream the wolf shows what Sarek had done to save her and more so. Hope you enjoy it.

The Wheel of Time and all terms related to it are ©Robert Jordan

Lilith Kerrigan ©Me

Sarek ©Pathend

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Within a cramped corridor, a girl lay struggling upon the floor. Her hands bound and her body pinned to the floor. Four men surrounded her. Three of which watched above her, smug grins upon their faces. The fourth sat upon his kneed licking his lips lustfully. Looking up to him in horror, her body felt frozen in place. She couldn’t even struggle. It was as if she were paralyzed “Now my sweet. I’ll make good use of you” The putrid man before her spoke huskily.

As she laid there helpless she whimpered quietly. Was this it? Would she be made used and thrown in a ditch to die? As the man reached for her trousers she felt her stomach turn to knots. When his hand finally reached its destination, it briefly brushed against her skin. Tears welling up in her eyes now she began to panic. The man gave her trouser a deft tug and threw them aside. Staring down at her he let out a heavy sigh and began unbuckling his own pants.

Then, out of nowhere, a low growl could be heard from across the corridor. Lilith’s eyes jerked in that direction. Had no one else heard that? The man above her continued his course inching himself closer to her. As the scum above her pushed his body close to her she finally was able let out a scream. She had called for Sarek. The man looked at her oddly for a moment. But then his face turned into confusion a s aloud snarl was heard followed by the sound of blood spurting from his neck. Blood showered around her.

The growl she had heard was the white wolf from before. It stood there, its teeth buried deep within the man’s jugular. Then with little or no effort the great white wolf with its long matted hair covered in blood tossed the man aside with a flick of its head. Lilith stared at him in fear. What had just happened? This wasn’t Sarek. Where did this creature come from? The wolf then readied itself to pounce again. Lilith thought for sure she was next on the menu as its jade eyes looked upon her.

Crawling back away from it the wolf inched even closer until it lunged forward without warning. Lilith covered her face expecting the worse but instead, nothing happened not to her anyway. When she unshielded her face she saw the three other men dead upon the floor. Her eyes widened in shock as she examined the blood bath that surrounded her. Red velvet covered the walls the floor and even her body. Her eyes meeting the greta wolf once more she screamed as blood dripped freely from its vice like jaws.

Whimpering now, Lilith shielded her face once more with her arms. But then suddenly, the room became very quiet and the smell of blood had left the corridor. Continuing to shield her face a cold moister seemed to nudge at her arm. Jumping slightly from the touch she felt it again, this time followed by the whining of what sounded like a dog.

Slowly, Lilith unshielded her arms and cautiously opened amethyst eyes. Before her sat the great white wolf in all his glory. His shaggy hair was spotless. As she looked around her the corridor was also free from blood and carnage. Looking back to the great creature confused his viridian eyes peered deep within her soul. What had happened to the vicious beast she had just seen moments before?

And then as if it could read her mind, the wolf stood before Lilith as if asking for forgiveness and landed a wet kiss upon her nose. Lilith didn’t know what to make of it all. She stared at the wolf with bewilderment. In response it simply got down on all fours in a submissive position. Did it want to be pet? Slowly she reached her hand out to the great beast and slowly placed her hand upon its head. His fur was quite soft for being so messy. How odd she thought it was. Scratching at his ears she noticed his tail had began to wag somewhat playful.

Looking down to him she smiled softly “Who are you? Why are you following me, huh?” She asked. But before she could get an answer (as if she could from an animal) darkness fell upon her again.

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Lilith sat up quickly, releasing a gasp from her mouth as beads of cold sweat streamed down upon her face. Where had she just been? Had she been dreaming this entire time? Did that not really happen? Shaking slightly, her eyes searched the room for anything that would seem familiar.

The Spring

xantchawalker — Mon, 30 May 2011 18:21:00 -0500

NOTE: These characters are no longer in use and the project has been called off. I left this post for those who will or have read a few of my writing excerpts.

A dream excerpt from my Wheel of Time RP. After living a long life of solitude, 23 year old Lilith Kerrigan’s life was turned upside down by 27 year old Sarek. A man raised as an assassin at a young age after his parents death left him orphaned. During his missions he is quite serious and focused, but his true personality is most often boyish and mischievous. He’s really a lovable character.

However on the opposite end of the spectrum is tough as nails Lilith. She’s stubborn, shy, and somewhat reserved do to her past. But in just a few days time her life was changed by the simple acts of Sarek. And now, having lived her whole life in solitude, she’s learning to trust the one person (who tried to kill her no less) that will end her life of mistrust in people.

This dream is a representation of her un-admitting trust that she’s finding in the man who will forever be by her side. It also reveals the upcoming power (The One True Power) that flows within her veins that will allow her to become an Aes Sedai (A channeler of sorts)

The Wheel of Time and all terms related to it are ©Robert Jordan

Lilith Kerrigan ©Me

Sarek ©Pathend

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A pale figure lay nude upon the forest floor in the dark of night. As the light of the full moon lay upon her, she seemed almost like a heavenly spirit. Although as she lay near the shores of a spring, one may have mistaken her for a water spirit. Stirring lightly, the female figure slowly began to raise her head.

Lilith groggily awoke upon the blanket of green below her, the forest floor soft against her bare skin. As she awoke furthermore, she began pushing herself up right ignoring her nudity. It seemed almost natural to her. The thought of someone seeing her only passed her mind once but then it was gone. Wherever she was it felt…right. Her mind fully aware of her surroundings now, her violet eyes search the environment around her.

She was in the middle of a forest clearing. Above her was a beautiful full moon hanging amongst a velvety blue sky. As she looked back down something she saw something that she thought only existed in fairy tales. It was a lone spring in the middle of a forest. Its waters were calm and clear. In fact they almost sparkled in the light of the moon. Overlooking the spring was a small rock formation that seemed to arch over the spring just slightly.

Rising to her feet she walks fluidly towards the rock formation, again ignoring her nudity. As the moonlight bathed her porcelain skin, it seemed ever aglow with every step she took. Arriving at the rock formation she climbed to the top and stared up at the dark blue velvet sky. As the moon reflected within those amethyst orbs, she felt a power flow through her. With that, a gentle wind caressed her skin. Taking a deep breath she took a few steps forward and looked down upon the spring. Then with a quick push of her feet she dove head first into the water below.

As she swam beneath the water’s surface a trail of silver light traced behind her in every direction she swam. Unknowing of this, Lilith continued to swim. Feeling the water cleanse her skin it seemed to become even cooler as she continued on. When Lilith reached the water’s edge, she breached the surface and quickly flung her head back looking at the moon. Slowly she rose from the water, her skin glistening in the moons light; Her inky black hair sticking to her shoulders.

As she stood upon the shores of the spring she looked behind her at the water. Her eyes widened as she saw a path of sparkling ice upon the water’s surface. It was then she felt the same wave of energy flow through her veins as it did before upon the rock formation. Slowly the ice crept upon the shore and to her bare feet. Stepping backwards, a brisk wind blew past her, trailing leaves and grass within the wind. Then darkness.

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Lilith awoke slowly to the familiar surroundings of the room that she had slept in the first night she had arrived at the old man’s place. She remembered falling asleep with the library but how did she get here. Did Sarek….? Sitting up in bed, she really had no idea what time it had been as the rooms here had no windows. She could have been asleep for a few hours or even several. Running her hands through her hair she saw a small flash from her dream. Although it had been quite vivid it was almost a distant memory. Shaking her head she thought back to Sarek.

Letting out a heavy sigh she flopped back against the bed and closed her eyes. Scenes from her dream past through her mind. She flinched with a slight moan. “What is this…” Again another flashing light. Then she saw the rock formation. A vision that had not appeared in her dream flashed before her mind. She stood as she did in the dream, fully nude. Before her was the rock formation and upon it stood a large wolf with shaggy white hair. As they started at one another, it’s green eyes stared at her intensely and for a moment she thought she had been looking at Sarek. If only for a moment.

...and The Wheel of Time Turns.

xantchawalker — Mon, 30 May 2011 16:45:00 -0500

NOTE: These characters are no longer in use and the project has been called off. I left this post for those who will or have read a few of my writing excerpts.

The beginning of an RP I have been working on for quite some time but I thought I’d share the little opening I did for it. This story takes place within the book series by Robert Jordan called “The Wheel of Time”. A very good series which I believe spans over 12+ books now? The 13^th is in the works I think. Enjoy.

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Tear was quite a bustling and orderly place. Infact it was one of the biggest trade centers of the entire continent of Lachlann (Lock-lunn). Although, it is export and import that keeps the city thriving today, back then it was fishing. Not that, that doesn’t still hold true today. On the contrary. The city still thrives with fishermen. Although, being that most of the families of Tear are fishermen and crewmen, that also meant the chance of leaving many wives and children widowed or orphaned. Indeed a misfortune but to them it was a way of life. Live by the sea, die by the sea. The sea of Aryth provided Tear with her life blood but could just as easily remove it as well. But beyond that, the city of Tear was a relatively peaceful town… but that would all soon change as one of its newest denizens approached it, unknowing of the story that was about to unfold in front of her.——

——The port city of Tear was covered in a dense fog that night. It wasn’t something all too uncommon of the city, of course. It was built right on shores of the Aryth Ocean. Being well after midnight, the city’s streets were void of most of its denizens. (Save for the occasional drunkard passing by.) As the fog thickened a young woman dressed in a brown cloak slowly made her way through the gates of Tear. Stepping forward she let out a sigh as her breath quickly turned into a visible mist in front of her. The night air was muggy but still cool and laces heavily with the oceans salt. Walking n forth as the torches lights briefly reveal a single amethyst colored eye until it was once again covered by shadow. As she finally made it within the walls of the city she found herself standing in the middle of the cobblestone street; Tall buildings she had never seen before to her left and right. It was quite impressive. <c>

Yet what got her the most was the view directly in front of her. As she looked forward in the darkness of the night, she admired the scene from afar. A breathtaking a view of the ocean as its waves and currents seemed to glitter in the moonlight. The city of Tear as she saw from a distant lay nooked against a small valley along the coast of Aryth. At first she thought it only to be a cliff-side town but now she could see that it was a full fledge port. And what a port indeed. It’s city started at the very top of the valley and dip downward at the base of the valley where it seemed to meld with the ocean. The young woman stood there a moment before reaching her hands up to the hood of her earthen colored cloak and lowered it behind her head. Shaking her head to remove her hair from beneath the cloak, a few beads of sweat make their way off her hair. <c>

Reaching her hands up to her raven hair she slicks it back a moment before it falls back in place. Letting out a ‘humph’ she places a hand on her hip and looks up at the full moon above her, those Amethyst eyes revealed upon the heavens. They seemed to have been filled with years of mistrust and betrayal. Yet as the moonlight hit her eyes just right, you could see much more than that: Caring, gentle, scared, but also strong and maybe even more. Reaching her free hand to the pale skin of her face, she ran her finger along the cross shaped scar under her left eye upon her cheek. Yes, this place would do for the time being.

Paintings and Nightmares Excerpt

xantchawalker — Mon, 30 May 2011 15:54:00 -0500

An excerpt from an RP post I did. This paticular RP post is from an FF XI related one. In this post, the character Dierdreh (A mithra 6A model) Had already lost her memory and has a vivid dream durring this time.

When I wrote this I was wanting to convey something different and symbolic. I wanted to paint a picture in my mind and in the mind of others. And then I actually embraced that and melded that within the dream, using paintings upon the wall to convey different parts of her life that she had forgotten.

I also wanted to convey the human psyche by including an ID of sort (relating to Freudian psychology. The selfish part of the human psyche) This can be seen at the very beginning and also at the end of the second part of her dream. However, the second part of her dream is a scene representing her now falsified life. In her dream she sees the Elvaan Sarek (Model 8B) (who had been taking advantage of her without her knowing) as her lover. But later she is saved by Magnus (Model 5A) (her true love) as a sort of psychological fail safe. A trump car even

Anyway I hope that made some kind of sense. Dreams are always so hard to explain but I just love writing them because nothing has to be normal and one can think outside the box. ;)

Dierdreh ©Me

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Dierdreh awoke and found herself back amongst the chasm she had once been before-back when she was the true Dierdreh. This time as she was surrounded by the mist and clouds she found a single door. She inspected it with suspicion and caution. She looked at the back side seeing no way that the door could lead to. But per usual her curiosity got the best of her and she laid her hand on the door knob turning it. When she opened it she was surprised to see a room. She slowly enters it as the door closes behind her and disappears. When she eyes the room it’s quite Victorian. Red curtains, Victorian furniture. In the middle of it all was a single table with two chairs. As she walked over to it she took a seat looking around the room. Then suddenly behind her a figure appeared. That of a Mithra formor “Poor little lost soul” it spoke to her. Dierdreh jumped as she looked behind her. “Who are you!? What do you want?!” She stared down the formor.<c>

It laughed lightly at her “Why, I am you of course. Or rather a part of you to be more correct.” The Mithra ran her index finger across Dierdreh’s shoulder as a smile curved upon its face. It took a seat across from her holding its hand to its chin. “It’s ashamed this had to happen to you. Things were going so well too….” Dierdreh shivered when the formor ran a finger across her shoulders “And just what do you know? If you’re me then perhaps you can fill me in on my memories!” The formor laughed whole heartedly at Dierdreh. “I could but…. on the flip side this is much more entertaining. I like this side of you better. But if you really want me t help you I won’t just tell you. That’s something you have to do on your own.“ She looks over to her right as a tray of tea and snacks appear. “If you’re me you have to listen to what I have to say!” Dierdreh exclaimed. The formor looked at her shocked at first and smiled “Foolish child. I don’t have to listen to anything you have to say. Don’t you realize who I am?” <c>

She grabbed the tea and poured them both two glasses. “I my dear…” She then took a sip of her tea “..am your ID” Dierdreh looked at her confused “In short my friend, I am the selfish part of your persona. I care only about my wants and needs and no one else’s.” Dierdreh reeled back a moment. “Then what am I supposed to do? Can you tell me that much” The formor Mithra scoffs at Dierdreh. “Well, where would the fun be in that?” The formor snaps her fingers as Dierdreh finds herself falling down a deep pit which seemed to have no end. “I’ll be able to push you in the right direction but I sure as hell am not going to make it easy for you. I like it here like this!”

((next dream))

    The smell of mildew fills the air as Dierdreh slowly begins to move her body. She’s curled slightly into the fetal position as she begins to awake and hears the sound of water droplets echoing near and far. As she lifts her head from the damp cobblestone floor, water drips from her bangs as she looks around bleary eyed. The last thing she remembered was falling down a deep pit…The formor! She sits up quickly looking above her supporting her weight with her two hands. As she looks up she sees nothing but endless darkness. She then looks back down sighing to herself as she sneezes. Her eyes scan the room, an eerie light making its way in from beneath what looked like a large oak door. She raises an eyebrow to it and slowly rises to her feet. Her body cold and wet she wraps her arms around herself placing her hands on her upper arms and walks toward the door. When she arrives at the door she extends her right hand to the large steel handle and pulls on it carefully as she peaks inside. <c>

   The next thing she knew she was suddenly inside a long corridor. It was warm and softly lit by candles. Her body was dry and her cloths had been replaced with Duelist’s gear. As she looks down at her hands she stares at them in amazement and then reaches to her head removing her hat and looking at it with curiosity “How strange. What an odd hat…” As she continues to look down at it the hat was suddenly blown away from her hands. Although no breeze blew through the corridors, it seemed to just drift off. “Hey, wait a minute!” As she reached her arm out to grab the hat she misses and decides to run after it. She ran as fast as her feet could take her and then as if Gravity was pressed upon the hat it fell at her feet just like that. She stared at it as if it were an odd object at first and then smiled as she leaned down to pick it up. She dusted it off and held it out and front of her. When she placed it upon her head her eyes met a painting in front of her. “Strange, where did this come from? It wasn’t there just a moment ago. ..” <c>

    Her eyes gazed upon the picture. It was an amazing painting done skillfully with acrylics. As she cocked her head to the side looking at the subjects of the painting her eyes widened slowly. It appeared to be an Elvaan with long silvery hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was carrying what looked like to be the hat that she was wearing now. She couldn’t see his face though. In the distance of the picture he seemed to be walking towards a figure leaning over a railing. As she looked closer at the painting she saw it. That figure leaning over the railing was a Mithra and that Mithra was…. “Me…? Is that…Me?” She then heard a whole hearted but friendly masculine laugh. She turned around swiftly. Behind her on the opposite wall was another painting. “Huh…?” She walked up to it and saw herself again. The painting was quite vivid. It looked like a Smithies shop: Flames roaring in the pit behind her in the picture as she looked forward with what seemed disgust. Her face was blackened with ash, her alabaster hair sticking out like a sore thumb. <c>

   She glances across it further as her eyes meet the long haired Elvaan again. His head tilted back in laughter his eyes shielded by goggles. She smirked briefly and then turned around looking further down the hallway as many more paintings lined the walls of the small corridor. She glanced at them all as she passed by . Many were simple paintings. Most were happy and always pictured her and this silver haired Elvaan. When she walked past a particular painting she heard the sound of wind rustling tiny debris across the ground and into the breeze where the melodies of many birds float amongst the fall air. Dierdreh stopped in her path. She turned around raising her eyebrow once more and gazed upon the painting. She let out a gasp this time. It was a beautiful oil painting. Bright, vivid, cheerful, and most of all, warm.<c>

It was an over head view look of a couple lain across a deep blue colored blanket with gold trim. The subject once again was her and the Elvaan. She lay on her back smiling sweetly up at the Elvaan, a small blush across her face as her arms wrapped warmly around his neck. The Elvaan was above her body on his hands and knees as she once again was only able to see the back of his head, his ponytail tied loosely this time as a few hairs lay askew from where they were usually held secure by an ornate hair clasp. Dierdreh’s eyes soften as she held her hand up to the painting lovingly. Her heart beat quickly within her chest. “What is it about this painting…It’s so warm and familiar somehow.” She then pressed her whole body up against the painting as if embracing it, her face filled with sorrow. As if that painting was a precious item that she held dear to her heart. A smile crossed her face as a tear rolled down her face. She took a deep breath inhaling the sent around her. It was a familiar and strong scent that put her at ease.<c>

    She knew this sent but she couldn’t quite place it. “Are these my memories? But why can’t I see his face? Who is this man…”? Unfortunately that content feeling was cut short as a waling scream came from down the hallway. She jumped back from the painting and looked up at it as a black oozing ink slinked down across it covering it up in complete darkness. She hears the yell again. It sounded as if someone was being tortured. She stood in the middle of the corridor her eyes glancing further down the hallway. Fear filler her heart but she was determined to know more. She just had to. She bravely turned away from the happy memory and marched further down the hallway. It grew dimmer as a damp humidity filled the area followed by the smell of rotting flesh. She walked steadily as the red carpet below her began to soften and squish beneath her feet as if it were dampened with water.<c>

     She then came upon a single painting lit by a torch secured to the wall next to it. From this distance it seemed to be painted in the style of fresco. The paint was lifted slightly in areas to create an almost three dimensional affect. When she got a better view of the painting she froze immediately in place, her whole body shaking. Her eyes darted around the painting. It was her, alone in what looked like an undead ridden cove. She lay there bleeding to death her face scrunched in pain. She heard the sounds of distant yelling, war cries , and worried banter, and steel. Memories of that night at Arrapago Reed and Ilrusi Atoll fill her mind in white jumbled flashes. One after the next. Her fallen comrades, their mutilated bodies, two samurai, her own yells, the pain, voices of unfamiliar people and then…<c>

    As if suddenly snapped back to reality Dierdreh felt something warm trialing down from her side. Her body already shaking she reached her hand down to her left side as she felt the warm liquid draining out from her own body. As she lifted her hands she saw them covered with blood. Her hands stained with the deep crimson her eyes widened and she is suddenly brought to the memory of Cadaerva Mire, the people chatting above, the Elvaan at her side, and then followed by only the eerie view of his mouth covered in her blood as he breathed heavily. His face showed no form of malice but she swore she saw a tear run down his face. It was Magnus. All he could do was scream.

((End Dream 1 part 1))

((Dream 1 part2 ))

    Dierdreh opened her dreary eyes. She found herself in a warm Victorian style room similar to the one she had once been before at the beginning of all this. The canopy bed curtains closed she looks down at her body. It was flawless save for her scar that had always been there. She sighed as she reached for the canopy curtains ‘til she was greeted by surprise. “Well, hello there sleeping beauty!” Dierdreh yelped and jumped back as the curtains were drawn back for her. It was the ravened haired Elvaan. “Sarek…?” the Mithra asked. The Elvaan stood there looking at her oddly “Dierdreh?” He laughed “Who else did you think it was my dear?” She thought for a second but then smiled softly. “Of course it’s you Sarek. I guess I just had a bad dream” She slowly pulled the sheets down from her body and stepped onto the floor. “I have breakfast here when you’re ready for it” Sarek said putting on a pair of glasses as he sat at the table reading the local San d’Orian Gazette. She glanced over at him and briefly saw the silver haired Elvaan sitting at his table in his Bastoken Mog House. <c>

    She quickly shook the image from her head as she walked to the window at the end of the room. She wore an elegant pair of black silk pajamas. Just what was going on here? How strange. She could have sworn she has just been in Windurst but now they were in the Kingdom of San d’Oia. Her home. That dream must have really messed with her. She looked back at Sarek smiling as she took a seat. She ate her breakfast, they chatted for a short while and then Sarek dismissed himself to the bathroom to freshen up for the day. As he did this she sat down back upon the bed and contemplated to herself. Everything seemed normal to her. As time passed she spoke “I’m worrying about nothing…” She plopped back on the bed looking up at the canopy when she suddenly met the gaze of slate colored eyes. “And just what was my little kitty worried about?” He smiled sweetly down at her his hair draped damply over his shoulders and his leather pants pulled up but unclasped. Dierdreh smiled as she spoke. “That dream I had. I can’t remember it very well. it’s strange…But..It’s nothing to worry about really.”<c>

     She continued smiling at him as he moved down closer to her, his body pressing against hers. She blushed as he spoke to her. “Well then, I’ll have to ease your troubled mind wont I? I know just how to remedy that…” The Elvaan trailed off his sentence as he lays soft kisses upon her neck. Dierdreh sighed beneath the heavy Elvaan as his hands moved to her sides. Sarek was always so nice to her when she felt worried or sad. He was right. He was the only one that cared for her. No one else lover her or cared for her like he did. Then she saw moments of her dreams flash before her eyes again. The silver haired Elvaan had always seemed so happy with her. Who was he? Seeing the distraction on her face Sarek planted a lustful kiss upon her mouth pouring all his energy into the kiss as his hand trailed down to the hem of her silk pants reaching the top of her womanhood. She gasped as his cool fingers ran across her briefly. “Sarek I…” She said as she pulled away from their kiss breathing heavily.<c>

    The raven haired Elvaan smiled lustfully at her as he sunk his index finger within her womb, toying with her. Dierdreh gasped again as she squirmed beneath him her hips lifting slightly. He always knew just how to make her feel better in her times of need and he was always sensitive to her memory loss never asking questions. Why should he though? He knew her prior to this….didn’t he? Struggling to think clearly beneath the Elvaan as he played with her, she thought back to the memories again of the silver haired one. Many of which were simple. First the scene in Aht Urghan with her hat, the tea house, his warmth in Aydeewa Subterrane, Besieged, the smithery, and in particular that mild fall day upon Vomp Hill. Just like in the painting she lay there beneath him. Sarek saw the Mithras face fading off into thought and ran his hands across her silken top feeling her perk breast beneath his hands. Dierdreh looked up at him her eyes full of worry. “No… don’t” She spoke quietly to Sarek. <c>

    He didn’t oblige. Instead, he smiled widely as he ran his hand under her top. His warm hands had suddenly become clammy and cool. No longer were they warm and full of care. Dierdreh squinted her eyes shut, the memory of Vomp Hill coming back to her as she remembers staring up at the silver haired Elvaan. If her memory served her correctly the Elvaan had been playfully poking fun at her ‘til he tackled her onto the blanket below them his hair slightly disheveled from the slight rough housing. She remembered his sweet and loving smile and laughter as he looked down at her. Then she felt a name form at her lips as the silver haired Elvaan sweetly kissed her there on that wonderful autumn day… “Magnus…” Sarek growled as she heard her say his brothers name and grabbed at her breast forcefully. Dierdreh yelped. “No…! Please… stop it! This isn’t right….!” Dierdreh panicked trying to loosen herself from his grip “You lied to me….! Why did you do this!?” Sarek fiercely ripped off her silken top, a few stray buttons popping off onto the bed “You listen to me woman! I own you now! You will listen to me and only me!” <c>

As he looked down at her with primal rage she screamed and panicked in fear. “No…! I don’t want this….!” She slapped him across the face and managed to crawl away briefly “Magnus! Help me!” She tried to crawl away but her ankles were gripped tightly in Sarek’s grip as he quickly lowered his pants to his feet and left the Mithra her on her knees pressing her head down into the bed roughly. “You stupid little whore!” he spat at her as he pulled down her silken pants and ogled her. Dierdreh panicked as Tears formed in her eyes. In her mind she began begging for Magnus to save her. Is this what Altana saw fit as her punishment for all the bad things she had placed upon Magnus? She jumped as she felt him rub his lengths across her bare glutes, her whole body wracking in fear. She spoke at first in whimpers. “Please…Magnus…I’m sorry…..” She paused a moment and she screamed. “Please save me Magnus…I’m sorry I hurt you! Please don’t leave me here like this!”

(( Cue Magnus >.>b ))

In her dream, Dierdreh’s struggled beneath the man’s weight as she continued to yell for Magnus until the man abover her shoved her face further down into the bed “Shut up…. JUST SHUT UP!” Tears formed within her eyes staining the bed below her as she felt a throbbing heat against her back side. She sobbed violently. This was it. He wasn’t coming for her. She had hurt him too much for words to want to come and save her. What had she done to him? This was her just punishment for hurting one that held her so dear. “Forgive me Magnus..!” She muffled as her face was pressed into the sheets. When Sarek heard this he yanked at her hair pulling her head back with it. She yelped as she gripped the sheets below her, ready to accept her punishment.

As if her cries were a sort of summon, a rapping sound came from the other side of the room’s door. For a moment, it almost sounded like a meek scratching. A flash of silver filled the air suddenly, and as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. The knocking on the door became louder; more frantic sounding. It continued until the point where the rapping no longer sounded human, but almost like a rapid succession or battering ram slams. Suddenly, a fragment of the wooden door blew open as a fist came through a fresh hole. It detracted, and again another hole was made in similar fashion in another area on the door. Even though it was made of a flimsy wood, it seemed to hold whoever was trying to break in like concrete or even pure steel. Again, another burst of wood. As the holes opened, a flood of pure white light spilled within, getting stronger by the minute. In one final loud burst, the rest of the door simply blew apart in a shower of splinters and fragments, the room now emblazoned in a pure white light. A tall figure stepped in. It had a slender body framed with silvery white hair, though its face was masked by the silhouette caused by the light behind it. Reaching to the hilt of its sword, it drew and pointed the pale blue blade at Dierdreh’s assailant. “Stop,” it commanded, its booming voice filling the room with an all too familiar pitch. It was Magnus.

Sarek looked up shocked as he glared over at Magnus “Where did you come from!?” He quickly looked down at the girl on the bed and then his face became furious. :I should have…KNOWN! You did this didn’t you!?” He gripped her hair tighter and forced her to look at the Elvaan across the room. Her eyes widened as she saw Magnus there in front of her. Standing there as if a stone pillar: Unmoving and stable. She whimpered as she saw him Sarek scoffed and roughly slugged her onto the hard wooden floor with a thump. Dierdreh cried out as she felt her body hit the floor heavily. She laid there pitifully her lower body exposed to the elements. It felt shameful and she hated it. She shook violently hiding her face from the Elvaan just feet away from her. Sarek was right. She was nothing better than a whore.

Magnus stood there silently as he watched the display, his sword unwavering. However, as Sarek threw Dierdreh to the ground, his face went from total serenity to that of something much more realistic. Rage boiled in his eyes as he ran up to Sarek. Without giving him a moment to respond, Magnus’ left hand shot to Sarek’s neck, holding onto it tightly. Blade raised, he pointed it at the raven haired one’s chest. “Don’t… you… EVER touch her again!” he snarled, his grip tightening on Sarek’s neck, if that was even possible. His eyes glowed angrily as he did this.

When Dierdreh heard Magnus speak she raised her head shakily as she watched him grip Sarek’s neck. His reaction was so primal, as if a wolf protecting its mate in vicious combat. Her eyes stared at those piercing slate eyes from a distance. Sarek struggled at first as he stared at Magnus, one eye opened and the other closed. A bead of sweat trailed down his temple as he spoke. “What will you do to me? Kill me? You can’t kill me fool!” He said with gasp as he then proceeds to spit in the Elvaan’s face. Using this as a distraction he swiftly escaped from Magnus clutched as his scythe suddenly appeared in his hand as if calling it to him. Dierdreh wanted badly to help him but found herself useless and unable to move. Her eyes peered around the room as the light of the fireplace filled the room. When she looked behind Sarek she saw something peculiar. A Mithran shadow. Was this some kind of trick of the light? Was she going insane?

As Sarek broke away from Magnus’ grasp, he wiped at his face quickly before preparing for what his opponent had to offer. Wielding his blade with what appeared to be great skill, he kept his eyes glued on Sarek as he slowly circled him, stopping in front of Dierdreh. He would fight there, to keep her protected at all times. Growling, his ears pricked backward, laying along the sides of his head. “Foul apparition,” he began as he pointed the blade at Sarek, “Your influence on Dierdreh is at an end. When I spill your blood, she will be free of your clutches.” He moved in a slightly defensive stance, readying himself for Sarek’s first move. Why had he called his brother an apparition?

Dierdreh laid there in awe as she looked up at Magnus. He stood steady once again as if he had not planned to let a single sole pass by him. Her face looked on with worry. She had not caught on to what he has said about the apparition at first. She reached up for Magnus’ leg as if she wanted to speak to him but no words came. She couldn’t. Not because she was unable but because she didn’t know what to say. As Sarek saw this he laughed at her and then looked back to Magnus “Haha…so you think you know now do you? This girl is quite the character. I didn’t think she had it in her honestly.” He stepped forward wielding his Scythe, pointing it towards Magnus. “I guess I underestimated her. But let’s just see how resourceful she really is.” With that, Sarek’s composure changed as a freakish grin passed across his face and lunged strait forward at Magnus with a scream.

Sarek moved fluidly as he quickly sidestepped the blow. However, as swiftly as he accomplished that, his blade jutted out, just barely deflecting the scythe’s blade before it did any damage to anyone else. With an audible grunt, he used his Joyeuse to push Sarek’s scythe back to him before raising the hilt of it, aiming to jar his head with the end of it. If anything, it would open him up long enough to get Magnus to go in for his own attack.

Sarek breathed heavily as he was thrown back with the small blue rapier. “You bastard…you think you’re so noble and loyal and strong…” The raven haired Elvaan trailed off his sentence. Meanwhile Dierdreh watched Sarek closely. It was strange. She remembered Sarek being more skillful then this. Her eyes darted around again as her eyes came back to the shadow of Sarek once more. She cocked her head looking at it. Sarek spoke again ”All I wanted was a little fun for once but you had to show up with your heroics….I like it here and I don’t plan on letting you change that.” When Dierdreh heard Sarek speak of how he ‘liked it here’ Magnus’ words struck her ‘Foul apparition!’ She thought. Her eyes darted back to the shadow again and her eyes widened with realization. Meanwhile Sarek snarled and lunged forward hastily his posture sloppy “YOU DISGUST ME, ELVAAN!” Finally Dierdreh spoke a loud for the first time since Magnus had entered the room. “You….you’re not Sarek! You’re the Formor…You’re ID!” As Dierdreh spoke, Sarek’s image faded away as if broken glass and what was revealed beneath as the Formor Mithra who had caused all of this.

As ID made herself apparent for the rest of the group, Magnus’ hand tightened on the hilt of his blade. It was time to end this. Slowly he approached the personality, though he remained ever ready to deliver the final blow. “Your usefulness has come to an end, girl. That’s what you are. That’s what you’ve always been. Though you’ve struggled to gain control, you must realize that Dierdreh will always be pure of heart. This is something that you cannot change. Not as long as she has free will. Not as long as I am here.” Squaring himself in front of ID, he looked down upon her, as if he were regarding a naughty child and nothing more. “You thought of yourself as the protector of this vessel. No longer. She can decide for herself what’s best for her. Go now, and never return. Your reign is at an end.” He said this before shoving the length of his sword into her midsection before ripping it back out.

Falling to her knees her eyes wide she looks up at Magnus. “Damn girl….” She squints her eyes slightly as she cranes her eyes over to the girl. “You were a lot stronger than I thought you blasted girl….but.” She fell back slowly as the Elvaan whipped the sword back from within her with one swipe and grinned feverishly to the girl. You’ll never really be able to rid of me Dierdreh. You can’t hide behind this man forever…I’ll be back, just you wait and see..” The formor laughed heavily as her image faded away. Her eyes were the last to fade as they glowed brightly until they to fade into darkness and all that was left in the room was Dierdreh and Magnus. As Dierdreh stared forward to where the Formor had been standing her eyes darted to Magnus. She quickly looked away again her heart heavy with guilt as she covered her face from him. She did not deserve his recue or care. She felt deeply ashamed.

Dropping his sword, it simply evaporated in midair. He had no use for it, at the moment. Instead, he walked back over to Dierdreh. Squatting down, he leaned over, cupping her chin in his hand before gently tugging it to meet up with his stony eyes. “Dierdreh,” he said gently with a sincere and warm smile on his face. “The nightmare is over. You remember him, don’t you? You remember what he means to you, don’t you?” Blinking, he looked down a moment before looking back at her with concern in his eyes. “He needs you, Dierdreh. He needs your strength. You’re the only person that can help. For his sake, and yours… You need to wake up.” Smiling, he brushed away a strand of her hair from her face and softly massaged her cheek. “For him. You need to wake up for him.”

Dierdreh looked up to his gray eyes while she leaned into his hand. She nodded as tears formed in the crevices of her eyes she felt of warmth cross over her as she closed her eyes and spoke. “Yes, I remember everything now…” She smiled as tears ran down her face as she seemed to fall into his lap and arms as she appeared to fall into another dream. One of that blissful Day on Vomp Hill. She laid there peacefully as she spoke one last time “…Magnus…you know I don’t like Black Pudding…..” with one last happy sigh and a smile she fell silent

Hard Rain

xantchawalker — Mon, 30 May 2011 15:33:00 -0500

A lengthy one shot I did for my friend Daluna of her OC and Gadalar. Original story concept came from my good friend Infinity-Moon over at deviantArt (http://infinity-moon.deviantart.com) She had been working on a wonderful fanfic for Daluna and she let me use some of her ideas to write a sort of side story.

*****Warning 18+******

Hard Rain

The cool breeze of December chilled the air through the deep forest of the Sanctuary of Zi’Tah. As mist rises from the forest floor and dew drips silently from the trees and vines to the forest floor, a young woman steps with grace across the off beaten path. As she moved from dirt to moss she felt it give softly beneath her feet. ‘Yes’ she thought to herself. ‘The angle. The clearance…’ She pulled an arrow from the quiver latched to her back and readied it on her long bow. ‘…and the moss beneath my feet makes for a perfect silencer for my footsteps. Yes, This is a perfect place to calculate the perfect shot’ She moved forward quietly first three steps and to the left four steps. She then kneeled to the ground looking at her target: A Coeurl. It stood at a puddle of water taking a cool morning drink unaware of the danger to come. ‘Angle up fifteen degrees…To the right thirty degrees and…’

The girl drew her bow nocking it in place. ‘Perfect!’ She focused taking in the silence around her. Then it happened. Something touched her shoulder. She jolted and yelped as she released her bow prematurely and falling backwards. The Coeurl then proceeded to speed off and dash far away alarmed by her presence. As she fell back onto the moist and soft moss below she heard a voice above her “Geeze you’re clumsy, Diana. What the hell are you doing? You could have killed me!” The voice was a familiar scowling one. As the girl now identified as Diana opened her eyes she saw exactly who she thought she would. “YOU!” She yelled at the man above her. She quickly rolled over and regained her composure on her feet brushing herself off. The Hume turned his body slightly away from her his arms crossed. He wore a black cloak and standard slops. He grinned at her with his usual smart attitude “Yes?” This man was sometimes impossible. Diana grunted in frustration as she pointed her finger at him “Don’t you ‘Yes?’ me you idiot. You know exactly what you did! It’s your fault I missed! Now we may not have anything to eat later. Are you stupid or something, Gadalar?!” She huffed out the last of her sentence blowing a stray piece of hair from her face. Her usually strait raven black hair was disheveled greatly and covered with small bits of forest debris. Her face was fuming.

Gadalar turned to her laughing a loud. “You have bits of moss and twigs in your hair by the way…” He stopped a moment pointing at the top of her head. “Is that a spider?” He said flatly. Diana’s eyes widened as her left eye twitched “You’re impossible!” She grabbed her bow and knocked him fiercely across the head with it sending Gadalar down on his knees as he looked back at her holding his head. “Jesus, Diana! Really? Do you always have to hit me across the head?” He hissed in pain as he spoke. It was her turn to laugh “Would you rather I try elsewhere?” she pointed down to him with her bow grinning sheepishly. The brunette Hume sighed as he glared up at the woman. With that said he gave up. In the distance thunder cracked and rain drops slowly began to fall within the forest. “Great!” Diana said throwing up her hands. “Now I’ll have no time to hunt before dark.” A shot of lightning struck through the forest nearby as the day started to become darkened with clouds. Gadalar looked up to the trees canopy a moment before standing. “With that aside we need to find shelter before the storm gets too bad.” He looked over at the raven haired girl and she stared back nodding. He was right. Even though she was still furious with him she agreed whole heartedly and gathered her things clasping her bow to her back.

Standing next to Gadalar ready, Diana sighed as she spoke. She tried her best to put on a smile “Well, let’s go.” She headed off in front of him. Gadalar cocked his head to the side as she walked by. “Okay…?” He quickly jogged up next to her as the rain started to poor more steadily. As he walked in stride with her he began thinking how long he had been travelling with this girl. Even more important just how long had they known each other? Almost his whole life? Although, a large portion of their life was lived separate, now the fates had brought them back together again. Gadalar became lost in thought as the rain poured even harder against his skin and the forest grew darker around them. “Gadalar?…Gadalar!” He snapped out of it as he heard Diana’s voice. He looked over at her. “Gadalar, we need to find some shelter. I have no idea where we are. It’s getting dark. I’m soaked! You’re soaked! Aren’t you paying any attention you fool? ” She slicked her wet hair back in frustration. Gadalar’s eye twitched. ‘What was her problem?‘ He thought to himself. It was always his fault when things got nasty. Was it just easier to blame him? He growled under his breath as they continued forward. “What, so this is my fault we’re lost?” He spat at her quickly. She turned to him yanking on his hood. “Listen here mister. Had you not interrupted my shot back there we wouldn’t be in this mess!” She glared at him as if she could kill him.

As Gadalar fiercely tried to escape her clutches he spins around loosening her grip on his hood. As he does this she stumbles back slightly the weight of the water on her cloths taking a toll as the front of her Denali body piece. It lowered down revealing the pink areola of her breast. Gadalar saw this for a moment as she readjusted. He blushed lightly as he swallowed hard and turned around. He began walking forward as he tried to pretend as if he hadn’t seen anything at all. “You weren’t looking were you?” Diana yelled to him. “Of course not. I don’t have time for such things” he said in his usual scowling voice as he walked on. Diana followed in suit behind him “You liar. You looked didn’t you!?” She said quickly back at him. Gadalar hunched his shoulders in frustration. ‘Look, you can believe what you want. If you get a kick off of it then sure I looked. If not then I didn’t. End of story.” He continued forward trying to ignore her complaints. He didn’t have time for this. The storm was getting worse and they needed shelter. This could wait ‘til then. Luckily in the distance there was a building and it looked like a cabin. They were close maybe 100 yalms if not closer.

Diana continued to walk behind him as he moved forwards, her complaints met with deaf ears as Gadalar stopped in front of the cabin. If he had aggravated her so much why did she insist on following him? Did she get a jolly from it? Or did she just have a sick sense of humor? As he shook his head and came back into reality he looked at the quaint cabin. This is where they would stay for the night. Then suddenly he heard her. “Gadalar! Have you been listening to a single word I’ve said?!” That was it he couldn’t take it anymore. His sapphire eyes turned to her Onyx orbs with a fiery passion and frustration as he grabbed her by the shoulders. “What Diana!? What do you want from me!? Would you like me to make all my flaws and imperfections disappear? Would you like for me to leave? I’m not quite sure what you want but I have had enough of your banter, woman!” He looked at her fiercely as he tightened his grip on her. He had no intentions of releasing her ‘til he got an answer. Diana’s eyes widened as she heard him spoke. She panicked in frustration “No, I just want you to listen to me!” She struggle against his strength. He very well may have been a Black Mage but he was built from wielding his scythe in the heat of battle. “Listen to what, Diana? How much I screw up or aggravate you? You know, I haven’t been able to quite figure you out. There is no way you hang around me because you get a quick jolly off of barking at me. I want the truth Diana and I want it now. We were once friends. We still are but ever since our paths crossed once more after almost fifteen years you’ve done nothing but complain about me. Why!? Tell me!?” He shook her once to tell her he meant business.

Diana panicked again searching for answers. She tried her best to put up a front. She really didn’t know why she yelled at him so much. A part of her seemed to feel angry with him constantly but she didn’t know why. She said the first thing that came to her mind “You never listen to me! I try to keep you out of trouble and from doing stupid things but you don’t listen. Every time I make a suggestion I get my idea turned down almost immediately. You prefer to take the dangerous route. If something were to-“ As she struggle to loosen his grip on her shoulders she was cut off mid sentence when she felt a pair of lips press roughly against her own. Her eyes widened as she watched Gadalar kiss her. What was he doing? She tried to fight him but in doing so only angered him more. He held her tightly as he kissed her as if releasing all his woes and frustration against her. Diana quickly managed to sneak out of his grip thanks to the rain loosening his grip on her. Gadalar growled under his breath. Why had she refused him? He understood now why she proceeded to aggravate him so. She was only trying to protect him. She feared losing him. Diana walked towards the cabin hurriedly, the rain falling just as hard as before. Gadalar hastily followed behind as he grabbed her by the sleeve and pinned her body against the outside of the cabin wall slamming his hands on either side of her head “Diana!” His breath heavy and hair sopping wet from the rain he peered deep into her eyes with his brilliant blues. “Don’t run away from me Diana. I know very well why you do the things you do now. And I think you do to. I think you are frightened to admit it. Don’t run away from me Diana. Don’t lie to yourself. ”

With that he closed his eyes and leaned in stealing another kiss from her soft lips. This time he kissed further as he breached her lips with his tongue. Diana struggled at first but before long she found herself lost in the thoughts of what the man in front of her just said ‘Don’t lie to yourself’ She finally realized what he had meant and if he was acting like this that meant that he too…. Her thought trailed off as she finally gave in as she slowly moved her hands up to Gadalar’s that lay on both side beside her head. As she did so he took her hands in his and griped them tightly as he raised them above her head. He then proceeded to push his body heavily against hers, their bodies sopping wet from the rain. He sighed against her lips as he twined her fingers in his and began sucking at her tongue. Diana moaned against his lips and reacted with a fluid motion of her hips against his own. The rain had only heightened the friction between their bodies as she did so and Gadalar parted their kiss only momentarily as he suckled on her lower lip. Oh how he always loved those beautiful and luscious red lips and now they were his for the taking and his alone.

The raven hair woman gasped aloud her breathing heavy as she arched her neck back. Taking this to his advantage he dove into her neck suckling on her flesh. Diana let out a moan calling his name “Gadalar…” When he heard her call his name for the first time like that he felt a shiver run down his spine and he stopped the kiss as he instead trailed his tongue up her neck and to her earlobe and then back to her lips. As he did so he loosened his grip on her right hand and lowered his hand to her shoulder and then to her bare chest and down to her breast. He quickly pulled her Denali top down slightly as he gripped her breast within his firm and strong hands. As he pushed her against the wall once again he kissed her with earnest. Diana jumped at first. The rain had really enhanced the feeling between their bodies and she loved it. But two could play this game. As she probed his mouth with her own tongue she trailed her free hand down to his Seraweels and rests her hand against the front of them. She felt his length beneath the thin layer of cloth-hot, wanting and needing. She quickly and firmly grasped him through the thin layer of clothing and heard him let out soft moan. Gadalar stopped his kiss and brought his face deathly close to hers, their lips just a hairs breathe a part. “Are you sure you want to do that?” He smirked at her his eyes half lidded as he bit down lightly at her bottom lip again. The raven haired woman in turn smiled as she lustfully licked her lips and looked deeply into those sapphire orbs. She yanked him somewhat roughly as her eyes never left his. Gadalar laughed under his breath as that cynical smile appeared on his face. With that, he quickly grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her over his shoulders giving her rear a feisty slap as he reached for the cabins door. Diana winced at this but couldn’t help but laugh at the situation as Gadalar opened the cabin door and walked inside.

As Gadalar entered the cabin with Diana on his shoulders, he closed the door quickly behind him. His eyes darted around the dark room ‘til he spotted what he had been searching for. A hearth. His heart still raced within his chest and his body still was in a state of euphoria. He needed to light that fire fast. They may be getting warm here pretty soon with the two of them together but that wouldn’t be enough. He went with a great amount of haste over to the hearth as he held out his hand in a cupping motion as he formed a flame at his whim and tossed it to the logs in the hearth. The fire started slowly at first. He grumbled and swore under his breath in frustration. Instant gratification was not fast enough. Meanwhile, Diana giggled as she reached down and squeezed his firm glutes in her lithe fingers. She was quite enjoying his behavior. She found it childish but somewhat charming. Gadalar bit his lower lip hard as his eyes rolled up slightly. He looked to the fire with rage as his right eye twitched. He quickly tossed a fiercer spell this time that almost lit up the whole room. “Burn damn it!” he yelled as he stood there, his brow sweating. The flames spurted outside of the hearth momentarily until it died down just enough to where it roared steadily and lit the room with a soft ambiance.

Diana laughed aloud but was quickly cut short as Gadalar hoisted her back down. He carefully but quickly laid her onto the nearest surface which was an oak table. He leaned over her taking a tuff of her jet black hair in his fist. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you…” His face curled into a vicious smile as he yanked it just hard enough to show he meant business. Diana looked back at him with her eyes narrowed with a slight bit of pain. Yeah, it had hurt slightly but she didn’t mind it in the least. In fact it made the fire within her body spread even more so. Gadalar leaned back in for another passionate kiss as he still held her hair tightly within his grip. As he did so, Diana responded with cool but soft fingers that slipped beneath his soaked black cloak. She slowly pushed beneath the wet and baggy material and ran her gentle fingers across his abdominals paying close attention to each crevice she came across as she trailed upwards. Gadalar sighed against her lips as he felt those cool and gentle fingers play across his chest. A part of him just wanted to rip into her and yet another part wanted to take it slow…Well, a little.

As the fire roared behind them now Gadalar freed his hands from her hair and ran them down her bare shoulder until he reached her soaked Denali top. Never breaking their kiss he curls his fingers beneath the wet fabric and then ran his lips down to her neck where he lapped at it with his tongue for only a moment before rolling her top down below her breast. Feeling her breasts exposed to the elements, Diana gasped as a chill passed across her. Her breasts quickly perked up from the chill of the air. She sighed softly and quickly removes her hands from Gadalar’s chest and to his sleeves of his cloak. She gripped them firmly, her knuckled turning white. The brunette leaned over her and laughed under his breath. He moved from her neck leaving a small trail of saliva as he engulfed her right breast within his mouth. He could have stayed there all day as he slowly lapped his tongue around and suckled at it. He played at first only sucking at her areola and completely ignoring her erect bud. It was as if he was teasing her and making her wait- as if he was waiting for something. Diana’s breath caught in her throat as Gadalar brought her breast to his mouth. The raven haired woman jumped. It was amazing. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she felt her loins burning with an intense heat she had never experienced. Not like this at least. “Gadalar…what are you doing..?” Her eyes were narrowed in that look of pleasure that easily could have been mistaken for pain. As if it were unbearable.

He didn’t answer. Instead, Gadalar brought his hand up to her left breast and gave it a squeeze before running his index finger around her other erect rosebud. Diana closed one eye as she moaned “Please…Gadalar…” She spoke meekly. Gadalar smirked as he muffled under his breath. “What was that..? I can’t hear you..” Ah, yes. He would make her beg for what she wanted. He bit his teeth down softly on her skin. The women yelped “Please, Gadalar. I want to feel you play with my tits.” Gadalar smiled as his he quickly flickered his tongue across her erect pink rosebud. With his right hand he slid his index finger in circles on her other matching bud. Diana arched her back forward letting out a sigh as her grip tightened even further on his cloak. Her mind began to race. It felt as if her body had become alit with flames that Gadalar had placed upon her skin. She began to squirm fiercely beneath him as the Hume stayed at her breasts. She tried to escape his grasp as the pleasure became incredibly unbearable; Her loins burning hotter than before. It was becoming quite uncomfortable. “Stop it! Please!” She begged. Gadalar refused to stop. Nothing could at this point. As she squirmed more violently he became flustered. He raised his head above her as he forcefully grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and slamming them onto the table beneath her and above her head. It was simple for him. He grinned cynically, his eyes burned with a primal passion. He just had to have her and make her his. No one else would be allowed to have her. After this day she would never belong to anyone but him. He would be the first to take her and the last to have her.

As he stared down at her, he growled beneath his breath as if he were a beast and slowly spoke to the woman under him “Fine! We’ll do things the hard way won’t we?” He released her wrist only for a moment as he removed his black cloak and tossed it aside in a sloppy mess on the floor. He then grabbed at Diana’s short like Cobra Trousers as he lifted her legs up. Diana fought with him again. “Stubborn girl!” He gripped her ankles tightly and yanked them off quickly along with her boots. He then proceeded to her thighs. As he gripped them tightly in his palms he spread them open to take in the sight of her. Diana blushed fiercely as she tried to look away in embarrassment but her eyes were lead back to the washboard stomach in front of her. Parts were marred and blemished with scars but somehow she found it incredibly attractive. Beads of sweat and water mingled and glisten across his skin in the soft light of the fire. To her, he almost looked god like. As if Mars, the god of war stood before her in that very room. She sighed as she watched him inspect her most private areas. As he did so, she felt her own hand creep down her side and up to her own breast as she began toying with it. Gadalar got down on his knees in front of her and laid both hands on her center, spreading her lips widely. He sighed heavily “Just beautiful” he said breathlessly as he quickly moved his head forward boldly and lapped gently at the single rosebud found at her center. Diana’s eyes widened as her legs jolted. She moaned loudly as she continued massaging her own breast as she sat up just enough to watch him, her face washed over in pleasure.

The Flameserpent himself had never before tasted anything so exquisite before in his life. He continued there as he released one of her thighs and raised his left hand as he inserted his index finger slowly into her womb. It was moist and warm. He shivered at the feeling and continued with two fingers as he explored her, his lips never leaving their original position. “Gadalar…Ah…” As Diana spoke in breaths she began tweaking at her own pink and pert rosebuds above. Her face was laden with a heavy blush. As she felt Gadalar continue, she began to feel moisture run down her leg. It was embarrassing but at the same time it felt amazing. She wanted him bad. She wanted him deep within her, body and soul. Gadalar removed his finger and looked up at Diana as he licked them clean within his mouth, a roughish smirk upon his face. “ I think I’ll have another quick taste.” This time he ran his tongue across her inner thigh lapping up the fine wine that she has produced just for him and no one else. He wouldn’t waist a single drop. When he finished at her thighs he made a quick lap from the bottom of her center and up to the single rosebud below. Diana gasped as she saw a trail of saliva and moisture bridges itself between Gadalar’s lips and her own body. She breathed heavily as she sat up on her elbows. “I…I can’t take it anymore…” She said in ragged breaths.

The Flameserpent General raised to his feet once more smiling down at her ever so sweetly. He raised an eyebrow at her. “What is it you want dear girl?” He said to her as if almost taunting her. He wanted to hear it from her. To hear that she wanted him and only him. Gadalar inspected her whole body. Her skin was flawless save for the scar at her side. He really could have cared less if she had been terribly scarred. She was his Diana and he accepted her in any form. As he looked at the woman’s sweat covered body he didn’t hear a response. A smug look crossed his face as he quickly unlatched his Yigit Seraweels and let them drop to his knees revealing his engorged length. As he stood there watching over her hungrily, Diana only sat there and watched as the Hume’s length throbbed in front of her. She didn’t know what to say. She was impressed but also shy. She knew that Gadalar being a General probably had many experiences with women. They meant nothing to him of course but he had experience none the less. Spreading her thighs again, Gadalar’s fingers pushed roughly into her skin. He spoke once more “Last chance. I won’t give any mercy after this until you tell me what it is you want.” His grin widened. The girl stayed silent as she looked up at him with wanting.

At her silence, Gadalar roughly spread her legs further and rubbed his hot throbbing length across her moist center. He felt like he could cry. Gadalar once again bit his lip and hissed “Fuck you’re wet….fuck…” He continued to rub up and down upon her, his grip tightening on her thighs. The force was more than enough to bruise her at this point. Diana’s mouth parted as she moaned repeatedly. Her whole body twitched below him. “Ah…Oh, please…please don’t do this….. just do it!” She said in frustration. Her face looked as if she were about to break down in tears. He leaned down as he continued to rock against her. Gadalar met her soft Onyx eyes and spoke “Tell me what you want Diana. It’s so simple. What is it you’d like to me to do Diana?” He quickly took a tuff of her raven hair in his hand again and yanked it more forcefully this time “What Diana!? What do you want!? Tell me!” His voice was loud and clear this time. Almost primal. Diana yelped and as he pulled back on her hair. She spoke “I want you to fuck me Gadalar!” Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as he pulled roughly on her hair.

Gadalar lets out a victorious snarl and quickly raises Diana’s legs to his shoulders “That’s more like it! I like a woman who knows what she wants! I don’t have time for games!” As he adjusted the weight of her legs on his shoulders he positioned himself at her entrance and filled her completely. There was no time to be gentle as he pushed forward. Diana’s face twisted in pleasure and pain as he entered her. Her hair sprawled behind her now Gadalar looked over her reaction as he entered deep within her. He groaned as he gave another deep thrust. He could tell that this was her first time. He was positive now. He slowly pulled out half way and pushed back in as he held her thighs in place. His eye narrowed as he looked down at her, his face scrunched up in an emotion mixed with frustration and joy “Gods you’re tight, Diana”. The raven haired women shivered beneath him as she gasped and moaned in shutters. “You’re…You’re….” She got cut off as Gadalar quickened his pace as he thrust deep within, hitting her most sensitive spot. “I’m what, Diana?! Say it!” Diana yelped and screamed and finally spoke “You’re so big! It fills me up so well as if it were meant just for me. I want more! Please give me more…!” Diana’s face was a deep shade of scarlet as she spoke.

Gadalar laughed aloud as he rested his left hand on her hip and used the right to bind both her wrists back behind her head. His body leaned forward as he began thrusting savagely into her. As she saw him looking down at her with piercing blue eyes filled with need and passion she quickly looked away in embarrassment. That would change quickly though as Gadalar snapped at her. “Don’t look away from me, woman! Eyes on me at all times!” He grinned cynically down at her “I order you to never look away from me while I fuck you.” His tone was serious but not laced with any malice. Diana quickly looked back up at him. She began sighing heavily beneath him. She felt herself on the edge of pleasure as he pushed further within her. The moisture between her legs never halted as Gadalar took her. She felt it against her thighs again and between her legs every time Gadalar reentered her. It only enhanced her pleasure as she yelled out in ecstasy, helpless beneath his clutches. She felt herself building closer and closer to her peak again but she wasn’t ready. She wanted more. She looked up at him her face full of lust. She spoke clearly to him. “Fuck me! Don’t show me any mercy! Show me why they call you the Flameserpent General!” Gadalar groaned as he heard her speak. “Ohoho, that’s what I wanted to hear from you, civilian!” He quickened his pace, the table moving beneath his powerful thrust. Diana’s faced twisted with pleasure as she smiled and asked for more.

Gadalar did his best to give her what she asked but he could see by the frustration in her face that this wasn’t working. Angry with the moving table beneath him he raised her up in his arms with one quick motion. Diana panicked at first but quickly wrapped her leg around his broad hips as he held her. With no hesitation Gadalar left the table and slammed Diana back against a wall. Gripping the bottom of her thighs to support her, he now had full control of how hard and deep he could hit her. He repositioned himself quickly as he laid his lips onto her neck and began thrusting upwards. He suckled and nipped at her neck as he roughly pushed her against the wall, her body moving up and down upon him. Diana though she may die if this kept up. Although, she didn’t quite find it fair though that he was in charge. Instead of just sitting there and taking it, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and began using the wall behind her to her advantage as she grinded her hips against him in a fluid motion. Gadalar stumbled at first as he felt her arch her spine forward and back again. She learned quickly. It was almost too much for him. Almost. As their sweat mingled together Diana once again felt herself building near her peak. Gadalar could sense it too as he felt her moisture spread even further down his length and between his own thighs.

Picking up his pace as he thrust her up and down against the wall, she yelled for more. He felt her slowly starting to twitch around him and it took everything he had to hold back from releasing as well. “Not yet you don’t…” He leaned forward taking her left breast into his mouth lapping and sucking at it with earnest. “Gad…” was all she said. Oh he had her so close. “Diana……say my name Diana. Let me hear it!” His thrusts became rougher and faster as Diana felt her back rub against the wall behind her. “More..! Oh, give me more!” She yelled. Gadalar spat at her. “Say my name you civilian woman! And say it like you mean it!” Diana felt something snap as his tone of voice seemed almost animalistic. As if it were a trigger in her oncoming climax. Without warning she clamped around him like a vice. “Oh Flameserpent General Gadalar…! Ah…Gadalar! I’m coming! “She felt her hips rock against him as she began twitching violently around him. Gadalar groaned loudly as if a vicious beast “That’s right! Tell me! Who’s fucking you civilian and what do you want from him!? That’s an order!” Diana’s face turned into a twisted smile as she spoke a loud. “General Gadalar! Oh yes! Please fill me with your warmth General Gadalar! All of it!” As Diana clamped around him one last time she dug her nails into his back roughly. As he felt this, Gadalar felt himself release. He thrusts viciously against her one last time as he let out a beastly and victorious howl.

Covered with sweat, Gadalar’s body twitched all over as he began to come down from his high. Diana laid there against him her eyes closed and her breaths heavy. She could feel his warm seed within but she could also feel him slowly dripping out of her from the sides and down the man’s own length. As Gadalar looked up to her, his sapphire eyes seemed to have become tamer now. Gadalar closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the woman’s in front of him as they both came down from their high. Diana was the first to open her eyes and speak “That was…amazing” She said breathlessly. Gadalar laughed at her as he too opened his eyes, an honest and sweet smile spread across his face as he looked into her eyes. “Do you still hate me?” He said. Diana smiled softly and then raised an eye brow at him. “Only on the weekends!” She spoke with a smug look on her face. The Hume lifted her closer against him as he sat her upon the bed located across the room. As he sat next to her on the warm sheets, Gadalar chuckled as a few strands of hair fell into his face “That’s acceptable.” He then leaned in for one more kiss. It was sweet, honest and full of love. No words needed be exchange between the two as they slowly drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms; enveloped in the sound of the heavy rain upon the roof.