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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: What does it change?


Her eyes opened slowly and took in the soft smile he offered under those yellow soulful eyes. Her hand caressed from his neck to his pallid cheek. Gently she touched the warmed skin and then trailed back toward the base of his neck where the caress turned into a more firm grip that matched the fixed look in her eyes.

“Stop it Nyx! Stop apologizing… stop explaining things I already know. Just tell me how to accept it! Tell me what I’m supposed to do with it!

You say you love me, and believe me in my life that is something very rare. Forgotten, hated, pitied or simply tolerated is the usual gambit. The times that I felt I could be loved… they were taken from me before they could bloom.

And… and I think I believe you Nyx. I want to believe you.”

With the word want she presses up against him a bit more, but the firm grip does not relax.

“But what does it change Nyx? It cannot make things easier. You could never be accepted back into the folds of an Elven community with me at your side. They would not allow it, and neither could I. I won’t go back to that life Nyx. I can’t.

Our life in a city would be equally as difficult. The Hellkites are spread out all over the kingdom. We don’t exactly have a low profile… the mith’ganni assassin and the half elven sorceress with the lopped off ears. If they ever found out what we have done… there will be a price on our heads, a price that killing off Dmitrova might not remove.

And then there is us… I have despised your kind my entire life…” her grip loosens to touch his ear, “those pointed ears make me want to scream, I couldn’t even bear to look at my own. Half of what I am is destroying your civilization and I know you hate humans as much as I have hated elves.

I think I can accept you because… you aren’t like the rest. But it isn’t going to change how I feel about the rest Nyx. Perhaps you can accept my heritage for the same reasons… but… but I cannot agree with you on your hatred of humans, I feel no kinship toward my elven blood, I do not sympathize with their plight. If they were all wiped from the face of this planet tomorrow, I would not weep, save for perhaps you…”

The fingers resting against his heart spread to cover more of his chest.

“I do not love the humans, but I can respect them…”

Her eyes clench tightly as her fingers, those clutching at his ear and those resting over his heart, press harshly into the man who brings her such torment while at the same time offers her the world.

“I don’t know what you want from me! And I don’t know if I can give it… Stop the poetics and the promises and the bull! Tell me what you want! What is it you want from me!?” Her voice rises in the small space between them.

Without opening her eyes she again buries her head into his chest, trying to hear his heart if only to still her own while she waits and pleads with the Gods above for him to answer with something she can give.


Posted on 2010-02-07 at 04:23:02.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Yours...


A dark laughter and a grip that pushed her back against the wall is what she had elicited from him at first. The vile manifestation of her anger rolled in her stomach as he did, making her wince and tighten in his hold.

You pushed him to do this, don’t deny it Cay, you pushed and now he will take…

But the voice died as he leaned in toward her, whispering softly to her even as his hand released her wrist and moved to a caress down her body. She shuddered and tried to hear the words that he spoke to her, but concentrating on them was nearly impossible. The voice in her head was screaming too loudly, the blood rushed through her skull as her heart pounded in her chest, and his eyes stared down into her very soul saying more than his words ever could.

Stop him Cay… won’t you stop him? You could. Don’t pretend that you are some weakling, we all know better than that. If this is not what you want then stop him… the voice with the elven accent taunted her, and for once she recognized it as her own voice.

Or is that why you pushed him? You wanted him to do this, because you were too scared to make the first move yourself. Because under it all you are a coward. Too afraid that in the end you’ll just be hurt again… best to be hurt in the beginning, isn’t that right?

Bits of what Nyx was saying filtered through to her

“I am not the human that you tell yourself that you want, either, am I?”

Is that what I want? Is that what I really want?

She stared into his eyes as he pulled her closer to him and up off her feet. They apologized for causing her any pain, they spoke of the torment she had put him through while he had watched her in the shadows, they begged her to accept him, to complete him and in doing so to complete herself.

“Your blood and mine be damned… elven… human… all of it! I am nothing, Cay… but I am yours…”

The voices stopped they no longer needed to continue, and even if they had tried they would have been cut off by the feel of his lips pressed harshly against hers. He held her tightly against him. Layers of clothing could not hide the heat that sparked through his body, nor the rushed beat of his heart so close to her own.

The first moments of it she stayed stiff in his arms, feeling the passion and the demands that the kiss made of her. It was too familiar at first, the demands that came with such an act, but as he continued it softened some and while still demanding the demands were not what she was used to. He was not asking her to degrade herself for his pleasure, nor was he trying to make her into something she was not, to fill some gap that she never could. He demanded only that she be honest with herself and with him, that she take his broken soul into her embrace; and slowly she did.

Sparks of warmth from his body began melting into her own, relaxing the muscles to a point that she felt herself begin to slip in his arms for a moment. He retightened his grip on her, holding her even more firmly against him, but the act was almost not needed as her own arms rose to curl around his neck. Breath by breath she returns the kiss with more feeling, taking what he offers and ever so slowly offering something back in return.

To belong… that is all I ever wanted… her mind whispers as she pulls him closer. Fingers press into his shoulders, lips caress his own as she becomes the one to demand. The more she demands the more she realizes it is simply not enough. Her fingers roam over his back and up his collar seeking his skin, running through his hair. If he is hers she suddenly wants him, all of him.

Several minutes of time that no longer registers with either of them transpire in this mutual bliss until finally she pulls her lips back with a gasp. Her eyes stay closed as she sinks back down toward the floor, but keeps her body pressed against his. One hand drifts with her, stopping at his heart where her head has settled.

Trembling she whispers, “Amin delotha lle…”

With a breath, though her fingers find their way inside his jacket and the thin shirt under it, to the scarred skin below, pressing her palm over his heart as she turns her head and buries it against him. “Nan’ amin caelaya’lle…” she mutters against the dark shadows.


Posted on 2010-02-06 at 22:06:15.
Edited on 2010-02-07 at 01:04:58 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: I think I'm coming over for dinner... that sounds DELICIOUS!


And... the one with the hands, they are much classier. Of course I have difficulties reading them at times, and personally I don't wear one at all.

It is always half past a freckle according to my wrist watch. Besides you meet all kinds of interseting people when you have to ask what time it is all the time... well at least when you are in one of the few places that does not have a clock publically displayed...



Sombrero or Fedora?

Posted on 2010-02-06 at 21:47:09.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Time...


screw it all it is simply time for me to pwn! Ha! Take that!

M.

Posted on 2010-02-06 at 21:43:36.

Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Back on Zombies...


It spits out Tallahassee...

I feed it Wheat Crackers and a music box (some of the random items on my coffee table atm)...

Posted on 2010-02-06 at 21:42:08.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Hmmm


Polo

Posted on 2010-02-06 at 21:39:30.

Topic: Back and ready to play!
Subject: Yeah!


Good to have you back and so soon too!

Your seat is still warm.

M.

Posted on 2010-02-06 at 21:34:40.

Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring - Q&A
Subject: Hey...


I'm the DM they are whatever I say they are



Just can't give me a break huh?

M.

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 16:59:36.

Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring - Q&A
Subject: FYI


Just to let everyone know... this game has not come to a halt I promise

Not everyone has posted up yet and I've been hoping that they would. I've also had some RL delays. However, I should have some freetime tomorrow night and will try to get up a post then, and if not first thing Sunday morning and we will see what happens with the gruel and the Ogres

M.

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 14:25:04.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: ...


Lapel

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 02:30:09.

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Chicago...


Yummy! Especially from Unos.

Soup or salad?

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 02:27:14.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: hmmm


Polka-dot

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 02:18:57.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: fun!


the pancreatic ducts

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 02:18:06.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: You know Eol...


it isn't really that complicated. He was just trying to distract you so that he could keep the win.

Apparently it failed.

M.

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 02:16:46.

Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: I'm contemplating the concept of an antimatter sponge...


It implodes on itself, turning into a great vaccum.

Because of this I don't have to feed it, it sucks in the world.

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 02:13:54.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Woohoo for spikedy bumper!


^ Would facelick a Zombie

> Hopes the van isn't a stick

V Wonders why Meri always capitalizes Zombie

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 02:10:17.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: back to


Traffic

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 21:50:12.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: huh


Touch

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 15:26:40.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...


inhalation of noxious

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 14:27:27.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ...


Stapler

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 14:26:36.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: I'm not sure what happened there...


I'd just like to say:

Moosen.

'I've never had anything quite like a moosen'?

M.

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 14:22:36.

Topic: So who was your first?
Subject: Dude!


First of all... your age is showing.

1982? I wasn't even born yet!

But... on other news!

I actually just (as in last night) finished up the first book of Dragonlance and actually know what you are talking about! Woohoo! I think I'm moving up a level or two on that geek heirarchy!

M.

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 14:19:09.

Topic: Hey everyone.
Subject: Wrong thread I know but I couldn't help myself...


^ Isn't as evil as he pretends to be

> Is deliciously wicked (for a very nice lady)

V Walks the True Neutral line with grace

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 14:14:31.

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Honey anyone?


When Eofara had mentioned something to Rose about the ‘three iron laws’ Thea had looked between them both, feeling awkward and rather inexperienced, not knowing what he was talking about. This feeling continued to eat into her core when Rose had finally spoken up. Her words were eloquent and diplomatic.

Thea stared as Rose stood so bravely before the man and his wolf, her armor glimmering in the last lights of day and could not help but feel a slight pang of jealousy. Against her image Thea felt she simply did not stand up. Rose was graceful, beautiful, confident, worldly and strong. Whereas Thea stood there with her childish freckles still speckling her nose in her white cloak while her fingers searched the pockets for a crumb of a biscuit out of a nervous habit. She wondered if anyone else could see how terrified and ill prepared she was. A quick glance around confirmed that they could and she blushed and lowered her eyes.

Those beautiful blue gems did not rise again until Eofara spoke to her.

“Thank you. Will you trust him and follow him into the woods?”

Gently she raised her eyes up to his and offered a slight smile to him, not understanding what he was thanking her for though. She had done nothing but look like an ignorant fool before the Wildman. Bobbing her head though she responded.

“Yes… if he meant us harm we would already be hurt. Besides, Mirros has not given me any sign that he should not be trusted. I did ask her…” she whispers it quietly as she starts to follow after the Wildman.

Ahead of her she noticed how deftly the Wildman moved through the woods. Not a twig snapped, not a branch caught him up, it was if he was simply part of the forest, a buck passing through its natural home. She betrayed none of this grace or comfort. Her own feet were used to soft slippers and dirt roads. No doubt she slowed Eofara down in her clumsy efforts to follow the Wildman. Once even catching her toes on an exposed root and falling back against him until his hands helped to right her, and his eyes gave her a slightly exasperated look. Feigning a smile she continued on, trying to be more careful.

Behind them she could hear the dwarfs, the one in particular was not pleased with things, she knew that and thus gave him a wide berth at all costs. Even when they entered the clearing and the Wildman gestured for them to sit, she found a spot far from the edgy dwarven man.

Introductions were being made as she tried to arrange her pale blue skirts and white cloak out on the grass in some way that would not get them too soiled. When the Wildman, Joseph David Gabriel Feroz (what a name!) gave his wolf a name she could not help but to raise a brow and then looked down quickly to try and conceal her surprise, not wanting to offend Joseph David Gabriel Feroz or his wolf (Tristessa).

Regaining herself she looked up. “I am Thealora Justinia, or Thea. I suppose we do have much to tell, but I think it might be best if Rose told it… I’d probably leave things out. Or…” she glanced at the dwarves, “or perhaps one of them would be better suited for the task, it is to one of their kinds works that we travel, I think…”

A blush traveled under her freckles and she gave up instead deciding that an inspection of her bag, and the biscuits and honey she had secreted in it, was probably a better use of her time.


Posted on 2010-02-04 at 02:11:19.

Topic: Hey everyone.
Subject: Well...


Yes... like Shield says it kind of depends on your definition. I am assuming you mean more of the visual arts, however, I think you will find that a majority of us at least dabble with pen and paper, and some have dedicated some real time and effort to some lovely pieces of art work.

You can check out the 'art' link under 'archives' for some things that have been submitted by our members, their names are listed with the art. Also check out the Creative thread for some more stuff, which it looks like you already have by the post you just put up in 'art requests'

There are other treasures there. Hidden throughout the games are also links to art work done by members that are game related. I know there is a whole thread dedicated to the work Eol and I have been doing for our Fates of Fortune tale.

And of course... our own comics which are delightful.

Check it all out!

M.

Posted on 2010-02-03 at 23:15:21.

 


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