Excerpt from the short fictional piece entitled 'Hutriel's Cauldron' by Darkling Muse
Here's a small taste of my writing style, without my poetic hat on :) I can often be found mumbling off into poetic prose as I love the challenge of depicting environment! However, I thought it best to pick something dialogue based as I have found this is often the evolving force behind good story telling and thus good roleplaying!
...Upon reaching her he ran a finger along her goose-bumped skin and watched the shiver of his touch pass through her as she awoke and took a shuddering breath;
“Aaryan” She whispered, her weak voice echoing around the damp walls.
He smiled wordlessly in reply and gently lifted her face with his inquiring finger, the cool metal plate of his leather vambrace resting on her shoulder as he raised her limp head from behind to whisper lovingly into her ear.
“Well,” He said warmly amused, “It would seem my Kitty can take cat naps anywhere… did you sleep well?”
She shuddered and opened her bruise-shadowed eyes to stare at the far wall, all her attention on the dangerous strength behind her. He, in turn, watched her swallow painfully, admiring the pronounced movement of her exposed throat, and moved his hand to softly caress the pale line of it as she replied:
“No,” she whispered into the empty room, stiffening as his fingers came to a stop across her throat.
“No?” He asked, surprised, his voice low and deadly.
“No…” She repeated, voice weaker than before as she tensed against him, body trembling with the strain of her rigid weight on her arms.
“Hmm..” He replied in a purring voice, his hand still resting upon her, “you know, a friend of mine once told me that the best way to get a good night sleep is to get a good nights fuck…”
She flinched away from him, breaking away from the touch of his fingers and the hot breath of his soft words in her ear. He smiled humourlessly and wrapped his large hand in a fistful of her hair to pull her back to him, hearing her breath hiss through her teeth as he did so.
“Not in the mood, kitty?” He asked, spitting her nickname through his teeth as he pulled her roughly against his hard chest.
“No!” She spat hoarsely, struggling against the feel of his body so close to her own but hampered by the chains securing her. He released his hold on her hair and hooked a strong, leather encircled, wrist around her throat instead, drawing her the rest of the way against him and stifling her struggles with one smooth movement.
“Strange…” He murmured as her struggles lessened in his arms, “There was a time where you fell willingly into my bed… Do you not enjoy my touch anymore little one?”
She thrashed one last time against him and then relented panting with exhaustion, her cold stiffened muscles helplessly relaxing into the warmth generated by his body, “No” she murmured dejectedly.
“That’s funny kitty” He murmured in reply “Because that’s not what your body is telling me...” He ran his other hand down the length of her body to demonstrate. “It’s cold in here isn’t it, little one?” he asked as his hand still moved against her flesh, “your body wants to be warm, its only natural… and I… am warm…” He smiled as she shuddered in his arms but didn’t try to pull away, “See. You may think you don’t want my touch but you do real-“ He stopped, cut off as she jerked suddenly, using the weight of her head to smash into his face.
He swore as he moved back a moment too late and her blow caught him across the nose. Recovering with a snarl, he angrily tightened his grip on her throat, the metal plating from his vambraces digging into her soft flesh, making her struggle for air. “That wasn’t nice, kitty.” He spat, shaking her slightly, “I think you need to learn some manners.” Carelessly he threw her head forwards and stalked to the other side of the small room.