Sneak Peek of Chap 1

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 06:52:20 GMT

The Night Elf with long aqua locks yawned loudly, stretching out on the different colored pillows piled on the wood floor. She was lounging in the sunniest room in the house. The worn wood walls and floor made the room feel warmer, soaking in the sunlight that shined through the shoddily boarded up windows. The rogue was in the highest room of the linked houses in the Old Town district of Stormwind.

"Yer such a lazy git Kat," an amused voice rumbled. Kat rubbed an eye and sat up to grin at the man she had met on her first visit to Stormwind.

"Cole, ya know I like me cat naps," the Elf replied silkily.

"Oh aye! Ya have 'em all the time ya damned woman." Cole moved from the stairway into the loft, collapsing face down on the pillows beside Kat. She poked him in the side teasingly when he didn't move. As she withdrew her hand he deftly caught her wrist while turning onto his side. Cole's eyes darkened a shade to turn a greyish blue. With a yank he pulled the unresisting woman against him to kiss her softly, "Wha were ya thinkin' 'bout?"

"First time I met ya." Kat adjusted her white swashbuckler shirt that he had pulled out of place. She squealed when Cole leaned in to kiss the top of her nearly exposed breast. His hands slid down her body to squeeze her rear through her skimpy worn shorts. "Ya dog!" Kat giggled.

He leaned up to kiss her again, "You, me feline, are too temptin' ta resist." His voice that rumbled with soft thunder sent shivers up her spine.

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Wed, 30 Nov 2005 18:22:42 GMT

The Five Deadly Venoms

Prologue

Hidden in the branches of an oak tree rested a female Night Elf. She was sprawled out on the branches with a faded burgundy cloak draped over her lithe form. The Elf's eyes slowly opened, their silvery glow highlighting the blue-green ivy markings around them. Her hand reached out from under the cloak, her black tinted nails brushing a lock of her curly aqua hair behind a long pointed ear. With fluid grace the Elf sat up, straddling a branch making the cloak slip from her upper body revealing her full-body worn black leather armor. She grasped the top of her cloak and flipped it around behind her, fastening it to the shoulder pads on her armor. The woman ran her black tinted fingers through her hair, trying to get it in some order before letting out a disgusted sigh.

The Night Elf made a low-pitched whistle and stood up, grabbing onto the branch above her. A pure black nightsaber came bounding out of the bushes stopping below the tree. The nightsaber was strapped with a small black saddle, which had large worn leather bags attached. She leapt from the branch, landing next to the large feline. The Elf made a trilling purring sound to the nightsaber while rubbing him behind the ears making the feline purr loudly.

"Hullo Daelos, ready ta go in da city?" the Elf cooed to the nightsaber with a gruff accent to her husky voice. Daelos made a soft growl as a reply, making the woman smile as she moved to open one of the saddlebags. She took out a brush, quickly running it through her hair before tossing it back in the bag, and hoisting herself into the saddle. "Let'z go love," the Night Elf said and grabbed a handful of Daelos' fur at the scruff of his neck as the nightsaber took off in a ground eating trot.

After about an hour of hard riding the Elf spotted the front gates to the city known as Stormwind, the human capital. Grey brick walls nestled at the foot of the mountain, stretched high towards the sky. Guards milled about on the walls, and near the front gate keeping watch for troublemakers or attacks. Many travelers, peasants, and warriors were entering or leaving the city. The Elf trilled softly for Daelos to slow as they approached the gate. The Night Elf frowned slightly taking the city in with a critical eye. She reached down around her neck, pulling her black mask over the lower half of her face and the hood of her cloak over her head to cover her ears. The woman squeezed her thighs slightly around Daelos, signaling him to join the crowd and walk to the gate.

As the two headed toward the gate, Daelos caught the notice of many people. The peasants quickly gave the giant feline a large berth, afraid of his claws and fangs. One of the guards spotted the pair and started moving to intercept them. The Elf narrowed her glowing eyes, the faint vertical slit becoming visible at the minor threat.

"Halt stranger!" called out the guard. She watched him quietly, her eyes taking in his shiny mail armor and short sword. "You look suspicious, state your business in Stormwind," the guard demanded with perfect accent-less speech.

Hm, minor noble maybe. The Night Elf thought curiously. "Move aside, I have important business with Count Ridgebrook," she said in a commanding accent-less voice, matching the guard's.

The guard seemed confused and recovered slowly as the pair moved around him, calling out after her, "You mean Count Ridgewell?"

The woman ignored him, squeezing Daelos a bit tighter, urging him into a faster walk. Only a fool would believe her lie about the nobleman, which apparently the guard was as he stood there in the crowd. The Night Elf wasn't a fool though, and knew to quickly get out of sight before the guard came to his senses or informed other guards about her.

The roguish Elf quickly made her way through the gate into what was called the trade district. With a swift glance around the district she noticed many shops open for business, a bank nestled in a corner. She passed by an inn that sat next to the bank, deciding it was too close to where guards were posted all the time.

A soft growl grabbed the woman's attention down to Daelos. The nightsaber stopped suddenly as two children ran by, a boy holding what seemed to be the girl's doll as she chased him. Little brat.

The pair passed by a few more districts, the Night Elf looking for a back alley place to stay and hide Daelos in. Daelos made a soft whine as they approached a district with smoke rising from it. The nightsaber circled the edge of the district at the woman's direction. She looked around, satisfied that the area was far enough away from where guards frequented. The Elf started to search for an inn to stay at. An open door caught her eye, and she hoped to ask someone where the nearest inn was.

She rubbed Daelos’ ear to calm the cat as she dismounted him. With a quick glance to the sky she saw the once fluffy white clouds had started to darken, and now moved to filter the late morning sun from the world. Perfect. A whispered command to Daelos sent the nightsaber to the shadows until called.

The rogue wrapped shadows around her until she blended into the scenery, invisible to all but the trained eye. She moved into the tiny bar with silent feet, surprised to see that it led to a road on the other side. Curiosity pulled her through the bar, which deadened her instincts to look around the bar.

It proved to a deadly mistake as a coarse heavily accented voice drifted through the shop like soft thunder, “Are ya enjoyin’ sneakin’ ‘round me shop?”

Adrenaline surged through the woman’s veins as she slowly turned to the voice, letting her power over the shadows fade from her. A feral grin swept across her face, her white fangs gleaming as she let her strong accent flow through her words, “Yea, thought it would be nice ta help meself with a look.” The slit in her pupils widened until it threatened to take over her glowing eyes, giving her a wild appearance. The Elf’s stance was limber, ready for action as she looked over the man.

He was fairly tall for a human. His hands resting on the counter in front of him showed many calluses with twin scars wrapped around his wrists under the sleeves of his black swashbuckler shirt. The Elf recognized the scars having seen many, including the two faint ones on her own wrists. Her glowing cat eyes traveled up his muscular chest that the shirt fit snuggly across to rest on his face. The man had a strong angular face covered with a bit of rough stubble. His stormy blue eyes were slightly narrowed in caution as she assessed him. His ear length dark brown hair messily fell across the side of his left eye. There were a few silver hairs near his temples, but he looked very fit for what she guessed a middle-aged man.

Her curiosity shifted to the man since she hadn’t sensed his presence. The Elf was intrigued that she still couldn’t sense him, but his scent was tickling her nose, and she breathed it in slowly. A heady feeling swept into her as she filtered out the other scents: the smoke and metal from the district, the heavy air that promised rain, fading scents of people that had been there before, and Daelos’s personal scent. The man’s scent of faint sweat, herbs that she knew were used for poisons, and his personal musk triggered her seduction mode, her feline traits going into overdrive.

The man’s eyes darkened a shade when he saw the Night Elf shift into a more come hither posture. She pulled down the black mask her feral grin still in place as he spoke once more his tone lowering a bit, but still possessing the soft thunder, “Who sent ya?”

“Curiosity of course,” the sultry Elf replied in a silky voice.

Can't get rid of the stupid span thing, just ignore it. Anyways, there's the finished prologue. Planning to continue it, but I wanted at least something finished before I left to go see my grandpa and family up North. Enjoy what I have so far.

Who am I?

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 02:02:04 GMT

It's come to my attention that I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know what I like and what I don't. I don't know WHO I like and don't. I've lost the real me and the reasons I do what I do due to being used so many times. This journal is here to help me find myself again. To figure out my hopes and dreams. To discover myself. Mitsukeru (Japanese) - to discover. That's what I intend to do.

To Discover...

Sneak Peek of Chap 1

Who am I?