Winds of Fate
(tba)
Ripples in the Great Song
They lay together, bodies clasped, the afterglow of the moment still lingering as their heartbeats echoed a descant to one another’s. The moon playfully delved through the open sheers to splay errant beams of light upon their sweat dampened flesh.
Nightsonge lay on her side, her long indigo hair cascading loosely off the side of the raised dais to pool onto the floor. Kaedarn’s body lay protectively over hers, his pale skin in stark contrast to her golden complexion. One calloused hand gently caressed the edge of her silken shoulder as the newly mated pair relished in the diminishing ache of Ma’kado answered at long last.
Spirit-Walk
(Continues from Enough pt5 )
My heart pounds in my chest and I hear an answering beat just behind me. The beast is tethered so perfectly to me that no matter where I might flee, he will follow. How can I lose one who can track me from anywhere! I know in those moments that he will catch me.
His pursuit is tireless- endless! It will destroy me as it has everything else of my clan.
That thought, the pain that crawls up into me and nestles within my breast, feels like an anchor, slowing my progress. I can’t think such thoughts! I only fuel the Dark one who chases.
Shaking my head I instead focus on the path that unfurls ahead. It dawns on me then, the familiar terrain, the winding trail. I know this route from a far distant memory.
I have run it before, long ago, in my far gone youth, when I sought the Way of the Hunt.
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OOC: RP Loops, the Invitation
I know we've discussed at length the status of RP on Shadow Council. We've even gone so far as to categorize the sorts of RP groups that remain and give examples as to why the RP has mostly become an insular experience....
That being said, I'm still one for open RP loops rather than happy floating bubbles. So, because of this, I'm extending an open invitation.
Anyone and everyone who might be interested in RPing with a group of friendly, open individuals - whether it's in-game RP, forum RP, Instant messenging rp or writing round-robins - This is for you...
I'm interested in expanding my friendslist with more RPers and possibly having the chance to get to see others' storylines play out and even interact with them! If by chance you are willing to share your character's story, create a new one, or participate in someone else's, this little invitation is for you :)
Feel free to contact me at any of the below places or just drop a reply here.
Enough pt 5: The Darkness
(listen to “The Howling” by Within Temptation while reading this… )
I am a coward, I know..but I can't look back. I dare not.
My feet take me forward again, the path winding through the clawing branches of the forest. I shiver though I know not why exactly. Not until the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I know this sensation. I am being watched!
My eyes scan the underbrush and I almost catch sight of the shadowed stalker. Almost...but not quite. My gaze falls away and I cannot help but allow my sight to alight instead upon the figure that appears far off in the distance, a sweet, familiar form bathed in light.
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A Homecoming...of sorts - Part 3
"Little One!" she cooed the name that she'd dubbed Kaedarn's erstwhile companion, kneeling instantly with arms outstretched. "You have word from my Beloved?"
Anyone observing her would think she'd taken leave of her senses, talking to the her husband's 'pet' in such a way. In truth, she knew he could understand her, even if he did not reply in words. He was a bright little cub and very cunning. He'd been with Kaedarn since before she and her husband were joined through Elune's grace.
The panda cub mewled at her, shaking it's little ears as if to sluff off the final vestiges of sleep from his little splotched face. She adored the little thing but....he was so pragmatic sometimes. The woman found herself brimming with anticipation and a twinge of impatience as she looked around, hoping to find the welcome arms of her love enfolding her at any moment. Kae had been gone so very long...!
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A Homecoming...of sorts - Part 2
Ah! Elune be praised!
The welcome boughs of Elder Oak greeted her eyes and she knew in mere moments she would see the thatch roof that her Beloved had made of it's branches. The sound of the little brook that ran beside the house giggled in her ears. The lady Priestess was nearly in tears as she broke out into a run, a slight smile tugging at her sumptuous lips.
Her fingers touched the worn tree bark, feeling the distant pulse of the Oak's heart and a soft thrum ran through her body as it greeted her. Home!
It's welcome was so sweet....so bitter sweet indeed...
Songe felt the cold stone of the walkway fade from her bare feet, replaced by the rough warmth of the tree, her hand touched the door that protected their home - a door that in normal instances would not have been closed. Today it was...
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A Homecoming...of sorts
The sweet scent of Ashenvale was a balm to her senses. Gone was the biting cold and inhospitable landscape that she'd become all too accustomed to. The priestess still felt a little disoriented after landing in Astranaar. The world felt so different....so....innocent this far away from Northrend. As she walked, the woman begged her body to thaw in the warm, familiar climate of her youth. Because of this, she chose to dismount and walk most of the way up the path that lay hidden behind the vigilant spire of Maestra's Post.
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Lost in Translation? - part 2
Her stomach was still growling and despite her overwhelming desire to learn more of his language, she could not ignore her body's demands any longer. Adding one last short phrase - "Fruit for me" in her own tongue, she then allowed herself to focus on sating the pangs within her belly.
When at last the rumbles had stopped, Tzezuko placed the basket aside with full intention of returning to it in a bit and allowed herself to focus on the next little problem.
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55 words: Indebted
As an innocent, I knew Joy’s sweet lullaby
But Loss became my only playmate
I tread with Loneliness into adulthood
Catching flitting glimpses of Solace’s veil
My eyes were shrouded by Despair’s shadow
And I wept, thrusting Hope from my breast.
Then you came, rescuing me from Death’s embrace
For this, I am Eternally yours
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Lost in Translation? - part 1
Dawn had come and passed. Rivulets of light threaded through the canopy of nearby take that shadowed the winding stone walkway that led up to Shion's estate from a small, artificial pond that had been a part of the grounds since he himself had been a child –some 600 years ago.
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Truth or Betrayal
Do I betray my heart when I let you into it?
Knowing as I do that you aren't the one I long for?
When those phantom hands dance across my skin and make it weep
Do I dishonor those memories of the great love that I once knew?
When our lips touch and our bodies merge and the passion flares
Are these feelings truly for you, or do I ache for one long past?
How can I not betray his memory, when you stand before me
and wear his face like a ghostly shroud, grinning in victory?
Devotion begets Obsession
I loved you once. I love you still
Though I tried, I simply could not let you go. I would not
Even though I knew a caged bird would lose its will to sing
A rose, once plucked, would lose it's beauty, wilt and die
And yet... I still could not relinquish my hold upon you
Lantern's Light - a poem
Lantern’s Light, shine down on me
Open eyes so I might see
Lantern’s glow, beam on so bright
Guide me through my terror-flight
Chase away haunting darkness
Gleaming light, ever harkens
Send away these painful tears
And drive away deep held fears
My sweet Lantern, beacon mine
Shine on till the morning time
Lantern's Light
(Direct follow-up to The Stray)
I claw free from the void, awaking with a start. My own gasping breath too loud in my ears.
They will hear! They will find us and kill us! I clutch at the sling across my chest, expecting to feel the comforting weight of my son there but only pain permeates my consciousness. Pain and remembrance….My arm has been bound, splinted with two pieces of wood to keep it still; my babe is gone.
Killed.
I hang my head, feeling it throb as an amethyst cascade of hair falls down to obscure my misery from the lamps that illuminate the room.
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Shion's Journal: The Stray
Previous entries appear to be a transcription of days past, doubling as a logbook of semi-official matters and his own personal thoughts. The current entry starts with a small lingering dot of ink at the top of the scroll, as though the writer hesitated a moment to find the words.
Enough - pt3
An unearthly weight bears down upon my shoulders as I take my first hesitant step, guided by this feeling, this compulsion to move. As if by a mystical compass my body sways for a moment, this way and that, veering to either sides of the shrouded trail as if I am a lodestone teetering toward the proverbial ‘North’. At last, it seems, my path is firmly set. The pace quickens as I trudge on through the verdant woods.
In a matter of moments I am swallowed whole by the depths of the foreboding forest, tree branches curving in about me to leave barely headroom for my passage. Stray twigs tug at my hair, willowy fingers caressing through the indigo tresses that are one of my few distinguishing features.
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Forgive us our tresspasses...
Soft soled shoes padded across familiar marble floor as a lightly clad woman made her way down one ancient corridor after another. Though there were few torches lit at this late hour of the eve, Lillithe, Magus of the Kirin Tor, had no problem navigating the twisting pathways that led to her old friend's chambers. Many nights spent slipping under the shroud of shadows to and from his room for late night trysts had lent her a sixth sense about where the old corridors twisted and twined like the many curving forms of a snake pit. The old cobblestones jutted out at odd places, offering obstacles to the unaware but with practiced ease she avoided them.
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...enough...
I watch their procession make its way down the hill, my companions, the Shadows, whispering words of bitterness in my ear.
It should be you!
...that could have been your life.
It still can.
Take it back - Kill her!
She is the usurper and you the rightful Heir!
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Enough?
His touch is enticing- welcome-as he delves within me.
Flesh upon flesh, caressing one another, our voices raised in a harmonic chorus as the throes of passion at last relinquish their hold upon our minds. I feel him move, shift aside, his fingers dancing across my skin to lovingly caress the dimple in my cheek.
His teeth hungrily devour my bottom lip, one fang playfully nipping until I give a mock growl of warning in response. His hand inches down my body, slowly making its way past my elbow to my hip where it rests momentarily, drawing me ever closer against his form. The swell of my abdomen presses between us and I cannot help but laugh as I feel the little one within kick in protest to being ignored.
Soon our child would make its presence known to the rest of the world as well. For now though, it merely desired to be included in the exchange between its parents.
