Like most mornings her day started with riding her drake through the crisp morning air. Most of the ride was to clear her head of the ghosts of her past. How each one found their way back in with their own special way. One a necklace and another when she needed him to call but there was one ghost that never truly left. The days of not assisting her queen were spent with him and enjoying something different than what she was used to, peace. She spent her morning in Eversong, not far from the dark woods that kept her family home a secret thinking of a choice..
The more she thought of him the more a smile formed naturally on her pale flesh as her fel green eyes stared out to the waters ahead. “Once upon a time I was sent to be your mistress.. To seduce my way into your world and expose you. When that day came you offered me better and what secrets I was to claim for that woman I claimed for you.. Being your private blade until you no longer needed me.. It was because of being your blade I met another, well not really, but was more formally introduced… As the years passed my loyalty was shared but deep now my loyalty grew into something stronger.”
“I have shed tears for you my rose, bled for you and lost my sight because I stayed true to you..There had been times I thought you didn’t care, that maybe it was best to find someone who cared about my skill and I thought I did.. In the end I was made a fool. You asked where have I been and that question was answered poorly.. But no matter what I did, I always came back to you.. It wasn’t my loyalty that allowed me the strength and will to survive that torture but something more.”
“Something that now it can be..” She thought about the day before and how she took pleasure in sitting in his lap and reading a book from his library as they spoke about life and death but something more important. Even he knew she was not a house wife and needed adventure but after the years of pain it was time to rest the old blades. “In this life I have lost.. Lost so much and done things so wrong. I loved a friend who I truly thought would be my happily ever after yet after so many trials and being abandoned you learn somethings are not meant to be.. I then loved the dead another who I failed.. A single bite and my return to the city or return of said friend caused enough conflict to send him on his way and never look back..”
“As a life of the living I have failed.. Failed those I should of cared more for and wasted time on those that are nothing but a fading memory.. You ask me a question.. Could I fully be in the grip of undeath? I spoke of time and waiting but it is time to end one chapter and start a new.. A new chapter where there is no more pain and suffering but peace… But there will not always be days that I am given peace for after all these years even you know well I could never truly rest my blades..”
“For there is a woman who needs me at her side, now more than ever.. My true queen, who has taken me in when I was lost and provided me with so much more..” She sighed and looked at her drake before standing. “A life not as chaotic and with more stability… I have failed in life but I will not make the same mistakes in death… When the time comes…I seek a that chance… No longer shall the ghosts of the past haunt her but for once the pale that roams through the dark woods will be at peace with a true love at her side.” She mounted her drake and soon took off.. Her mind much focused than before as this time she finally knew what she wanted in life even if it meant doing so in death.
Lie down baby Arch your back now Maybe you can help me get what I want Curve your little spine and tell me that you’re mine It’s all about the game and what you flaunt
Yeah, I know that there’s no pleasing you When you know that you’re not teasing me She’s an absolute terror for Absolute Territory
That’s it, baby, take control You’re so enticing, mesmerizing, don’t know how to react You’re gonna steal my very soul More manslaughter than the third impact
Another meeting, in the privacy of the Instructor’s home. Their words quiet and conspiratorial though they were alone. The evening called for wine, and though the Count often protested imbibing she coaxed him to nurse a glass to humor her as the expensive vintage was enjoyed by the lady of the house. Their conversations had a weight to them, perhaps it was implication or thinly veiled innuendo, but they were certainly laden. They were both dangerous creatures, darkly clad and seeing more than most. It was a chase in a way that had no victor.
She had finished the bottle off on her own, beyond his one glass and the sweet nectar flooded her mind and brought a bit of rose to her usually porcelain pale cheeks. Though they began at separate ends of her velvet couch, as the words were dark and smokey, they had neared, drawing closer until his hand had found a perch upon her knee and seemed content to linger there.
“I fear I may have over indulged…” She warned, a palm to her face to feel the flush on her skin. Still emerald orbs watched him, studied him, lingered within the shimmering azure of his own piercing hues. “I trust, as a gentleman, you won’t take advantage of me, darling.” A smirk fluttering over her lips and lingering briefly, her expression betraying her true meaning to the contrary. His devilish grin confirmed his understanding as the hand that had been modestly resting on her knee, inched up gently over her amethyst gown.
The Shadows danced as she watched him through the dark orb. Her head slightly tilted as emerald orbs shifted and inspected him and each of his movements. She was curious, but that was rather common for her. She as an inquisitive woman, always learning, always seeking. She was having trouble coming to an opinion of the man. Now, that wasn’t wholly true. She came to an opinion of him, often, it just continued to change.
A crystal ball, created from aubergine glass sat within an ornate brass claws. It stood in the center of the round room, a rune that shimmered purple under her feet. Within these private quarters, she took the luxury to gaze. He wasn’t a fool, even if she had wished he was. Though he wasn’t nearly as clever as he thought. He could be dangerous, she admitted as much to herself, but likely not quite as lethal as she.
Idly she wondered where he was going, to what little gathering he needed such a finely pressed shirt, why he had cleaned up so well and what he thought about as he hooked each pearlescent button. It was a silly thing, to stare at a man she hardly knew, to watch him. There was no other way to find out the answers to her questions however. Or so the excuse went.
The soft growl of her void walker approached, the ethereal beast shimmering and attentive as he stood next to his Mistress and waited with deep and empty eyes. She didn’t peel her sight from her observation, long pointed fingernails tapping gently against the tinted glass as she remained pondering. Finally she inhaled and with a wave of her hand, the Shadows dispersed, leaving the Orb empty save the reflection of nearby candles.
“We have work to do…” Words passively directed at the demon who howled softly. “See that all the reagents are in order. An illusion spell, as well… something potent. That will be effective on the Undead.”
Stitch: Hands down has been my favorite so far. Her story has always had a nice flow of things. I’ve met some amazing rpers with her and her story has really just become something I never thought it would turn out to be. I’ve never lost my drive to write for her or have any damage to her story it just had this lovely flow and I mean I think I kick some ass on this whole mad doctor creepy doll stuff don’t you. She’s my second rp toon I made shortly after fox that just became one I cherish a lot. I have no idea what’s coming in store for her now but I do intend to crank up the more twisted side of her so well see how that goes. / @stitch-and-blood
Oricila & Voss: My worgens are another one I hold dear to me. Oricila was actually a remake of my extremely old worgen name layconia or whatever and her story has just been amazing despite the hiccups. She’s the complete opposite of Stitch though sometimes she can be brutal. Her pride, loyalty and dedication is what I really enjoy showing the most and hope to get her into more story lines soon. Voss, has made an appearance in Ori’s story but under a different name. He’s suppose to be the childhood friend that she reunited with after Rhoran disowned her. The two do have quite the history together but since Voss has been given this new persona the attention he gets has been pretty interesting and funny. He’s the new guy in town but takes shit from no one. Much like Ori he carries a lot of pride and dedication. Though he acts like a heartless man he does have a soft spot. What makes them my favorite is they are two brutal honest characters and their story holds a lot of emotion and angst. / @gilneanhybrids
Fox: And finally you can never really let go of the first you created. Though Fox isn’t the first rp toon I made she is the first i made when I actually would hide and learn more about roleplaying when I screwed up horribly on my first character. I was never from Wra originally. I came from Darkspear and when I met a friend he told me to come try WrA and I made a hunter named Cereza. The people that taught me how to rp sucked apparently. I knew nothing about ic/ ooc. Like didn’t know anything. In the end I made some mistakes but when I made Fox it was months after watching people. There were actually two people that welcomed me back or welcomed me and that was @wolf-queen and @felanoglacierwind. What I loved about Fox’s story at this time was she was suppose to be the be seen but never heard type of rogue. I came up with the concept after reading certain books and playing assassin’s creed but then somewhere down the line her story changed.
There was mistakes on my end and others which lead to the downfall of her story. I hung out with the wrong crowd because well people want to feel wanted and I was still new to things. {Plus at the time of Fox’s story I was going through deep depression} The past Fox was my favorite the story she had with both Felano and Celestine I will always cherish because I met not only such kind people but they always inspired me to keep going. The Fox today I have no idea what’s going on with her story. I am slowly trying to work her to be what I first visioned her to be but at time it gets hard but I can’t just toss her away because despite all the wrong and bad there came some good and if I tossed her away I am tossing friendships or my story that I got through a tough time even if there was only two people writing with me. / @forgottenvixen
{ I know you didnt ask for like a whole sob story and i got off track but yea when it comes to Fox there’s a lot of emotion there. Anyways thank you for the ask @dunnthesniper
Anonymousyou've gained and you lost but still keep your own. There's been times you stopped writing but came back on top. Is there any you miss from your previous rp adventures? Who and Why?
[ Hm, wow. This is a tough one. Mostly because there is so much. The old days seem so much livelier than they do now. Things have changed and there is not much to be on top of – that sounds bad, rephrasing. RP has changed.]
[ As for past adventures and people I miss from them, well for starters there is always @revarik - A gift to the rp world, perhaps. He was creative, intelligent, and kind. Not much could be said as far as his enemies. Every walk of life was able to interact. You don’t see much of that now with the cliques that have formed. Moving on there was @ryelaen - Another who was gifted, creative, intelligent and kind. Shy, sure.. but Rye had a way of making even the newest of rpers feel welcome. Brilliance all around. A few other names that I can come up with who have not been so active. @crimsonhandfiles@ebonconclave – There are others but the names elude me as fair as their tumblrs go. Or even if they had tumblrs at some point. ]
[ I miss the old community as a whole, the forums, the magister meetings, even the hospital when I took part in it. The activity in our small community was alive and striving together whether it was good drama or even bad drama. There was always something to do, someone to talk to, something to plan or something to ruin. I began my time on WrA with House Runeweaver before meeting @felanoglacierwind - Everything was on a whim, hardly anything was planned or really discussed. We threw caution to the wind because it was rp, because we didn’t constantly have the ooc bickering of who was more powerful or who was able to get past what point blank shot. We went with it, if someone got hurt, they were mended, if someone was arrested, they would be put away. It worked. Sadly, I don’t think the community is like that now. Everything is walking on eggshells, especially for those who enjoy the darker side of things. ]
[ Of course, these are all my opinions, I’m not here to fight or upset anyone who may still be involved in some aspects of this. But the majority of what I see now is not open to random passings. It is all guild related, all personal, or all simply planned and plotted with closed members. A sad thing. That is what I miss the most, the community the way it was perhaps 3-4 years ago. When being an rper was fun and spontaneous.]
“Felano… Where did we fall so far? Why did you just bring me back and disappear again? Lost, hopelessly lost. I do wonder if you would be at all disappointed in what I have become.”
{Due to certain circumstances a huge change has been made. Certain parts of last story will not be progressed and original plan will continue as is. Thanks for following and sorry for any confusion in the future.}
The waiting game.. That was exactly what she had been playing since her return from being kidnapped. She left Jin’s apartment and returned to the veil ones to be injected with the serum to help prolong the effects the toxins in her body would do it her and then she would venture back to the harbor awaiting news from her beloved and only friend Yuri. In the past twenty four hours every memory that was once blocked had been returned to her leaving her to feel disgusted and alone.
She had cheated which was the very thing she tried so hard to be against. Lost those she cared for and now she had failed at protecting her only two sisters she had, Stitch and Cellie. Maybe that was why Yuri wanted her to stay.. As the years progress from when she was once a blade to Count Felano she grew weaker not stronger. She had spent her own selfish time trying to find a place to belong but most of all a place to feel loved but how can someone love a girl who had been doomed for the very start. Each bond she had faded and relationships were never easy as none of them made it through a solid year.
A huge part of her wanted to leave again.. To restore the old home she had with her adopted mother Cereza and seek peace within the empty halls but how could she when there was still the doubt of leaving her sisters.. It was the only thing that had kept her going.. To push herself out of bed and at least make an attempt to better herself which was why she had answered the veiled ones when she did.
They offered her the things she wanted the most.. A place to belong, a place filled with purpose but even with them it was a waiting game.. Wait until we need a new toxin.. Wait…. That was all Fox’s life had ever been… As others progressed in her life she stayed behind… Still waiting… As she sat out side of Eversong a soft sigh escaped her lips..”Just wait a little bit longer.. She’ll send word… Wait a little bit longer.. You’ll have your happy ending.. This curse of constant pain won’t be forever… The cycle will be broken.. Just because father was damned doesn’t mean we should.” But if she only knew that not only was she damned but Stitch was as well. The doll had been through an emotional roller coaster and still til this day didn’t know what was real. Was Kane’s love real.. Did he really mean it or was he truly lost by the veiled ones.
She raised her head to stare at the golden rays blessed by the sun allowing enjoying the warmth given to her on such a darken mood. “Wait.. Just a little bit longer.. Good will come.. It has to…” Shadows covered the vixen’s form as she disappeared to walk around the plagued grounds of Silvermoon City until news from Yuri came.
Had time really stolen so much from her? From them both? She supposed it had. Like a great wheel, turning at it’s own pace and of it’s own will, time never ceased. Despite the lives being lived, despite the anguish and joy of the mortal, time simply continued without thought or care.
His face was the same though lines of worry seemed to have given up their deep hold easing to something less. His eyes were the same, violet embers smoldering behind shadow of something more. And yet, he was not the same. Her brother had changed. Hadn’t they all? As she reached for him, laying her hand gently along his cheek, Riesse ached with sorrow for all that had been lost, left unsaid and undone. Her mind screamed deep in it’s recesses wanting to go back, to undo all that had been done yet she knew it could never be. Fate was a cruel temptress.
“Rook.” The single word, the solitary name held so much anguish, so much joy. Their bond had been broken, severed for a price she wished they’d never had to pay. For an instant, as he lay his lips softly against her forehead in farewell, it seemed nothing had changed but, that too was a cruel jest for she knew only time would reveal what more she had lost and with each step he took, leaving her standing in his wake, she wept deep in her soul for what may never be again.
The afternoon waned as Riesse sat in her office at Dracone Holdings, her quill paused as she reached for a soft, leather bound journal..
“It is done, the deed Felano requested. Diva worked long into the night to make it so. He came in again today, verified all was set as it should be. But, nothing is as it should be or perhaps, it is and I simply struggle against it.”
“Lady Dracone,” the man coughed lightly, pushing the door farther open as he entered and faced the woman behind the desk. “The Sorrowborn has returned. Her Captain…he however, did not.”
Riesse paused, looking up slowly from the page and writing there. “What do you mean, he did not return.” Concern broke her concentration and gathered it’s reflection in her eyes.
“He left. Simply walked away when docked, never looked back. All he said was…forgive me, Madame, that well..that the damn ship was haunted.”
Riesse simply looked at the man, Mr. Tidewell, with his straight forward gaze, for a moment, “I see. Have her looked over, pay the crew and give them leave. I’ll attend to a new Captain. Thank you.”
Tidewell nodded, giving a small bow of his head before backing from the room and quietly shutting the door behind him.
Riesse rose, turning her frame and stepping to the window behind her desk. She lay her forehead against the sun warmed glass. “Some men weren’t meant to dance with dragons..” Her lids closed as she took in the heat offered by the afternoon sun and allowed the silence to embrace her.
