I thought I would share one of my stories as part of my "hello" to the role play community. I do hope you enjoy.
"How long will this torment me Qydin," she asked tightly, a mere whisper in the air; her freshly cleaned offering of enemy flesh laid before the canted well. Her voice cracked as her prayer ended, silver hair flowing over her ears as her head dropped, tears glinting softly as they slid through the air. "Forgive me Aun'sha," she whispered under her breath as visions haunted her sight again ~ his tormented scream rising with the others as the dragon's flame came, the smell of burning flesh as his silver eyes opened wide to her; "Kill me," he gasped. ~
"Not again," she struggled, opening her eyes and focusing them hard on the silvery water hoping to clear her sight and her mind; her knuckles white gripping her pole arm... his pole arm... the vision continued transparently over the glittering pools image ~ Her hands catching hold of it tightly as he thrust it up at her, but she was unable to follow through with what was necessary to ease his pain. Her clothes catching fire as she fell to her knees; the burning bridge cracking beneath them. She threw her arms around him, "We die together," she whispered, gritting her teeth against the searing pain as his life thankfully left him. ~
"No," she growled shaking her head as the vision tried to slip away; silvery swaths of hair caressing the moonlit ground as her fists slammed into the battle torn stone of the well, the water rippling from the force. ~ She gasped as the bridge gave way under them, her charred useless hands losing their grip on his body as the platform tilted abruptly. "Aun'sha," she screamed as her body slid away from his; the frigid water forced into her lungs soon after. ~ "How will I find you?," she screamed hopelessly, throwing her head back as her gleaming eyes hunted through the blurry stars; the transparent visage of his tormented face seared against the sky.
Head low, ears back, a silver fox appeared at her side as though painted by the moonlight itself; his nose touching lightly to her chin; her silver eyes to falling to reflect briefly in the black pool of his eyes. Her hand came up to rest lightly between his shoulders as her eyes cast outward to the moon-kissed crested waves lapping against the shattered remains of her home town; framed in by his sharply pointed ears. They sat in still silence for a few moments before one silver ear rotated in calm advice. She nodded silently to him, her hand running gently down the length of his back as he disappeared as stealthily as he had appeared.
She stood, a sound like stone dragged across stone issued forth as she exhaled a sigh and pulled a cloth from her pocket to calmly clean the blood oozing from the cut in the side of her hand. "Myst'fal," he called softly as she casually hid her hand in her pocket. "What do you want Laenwo," she asked evenly, her head coming up as he came around the remains of a torn and twisted building behind her. "I thought we could talk," he replied, confidently strolling up to stand beside her. "Always with the talking," she mumbled, declining to look at him; "Have you made your offerings Laenwo? Have you finished your duties? Is there nothing else you could find to do but to interrupt my supplication?"
He chewed on her words a moment before gently retorting, "Has it ever occurred to you that talking about your problems may, in fact, make you feel better?" She snorted softly through her nose, a sneer coming briefly to her lips, "I am sure you would like that Laenwo, to know all that I have seen, all that I have heard, tasted, and felt. Your envy does not suit you Sir," she said quietly taking a step forward and spinning abruptly to face him; his amber eyes flashing angrily as they locked on hers. "Envy?," he chuckled shaking his head slightly, "You are mistaken that I have anything but pity for you my dear." She bit the insult on her tongue, opting for a more politically correct response; "I did not ask for your pity Sir, do take it with when you leave," she said coolly, tilting her head slightly as she turned smartly away.
"Do not turn away from me Myst'fal," he said sharply, pausing a moment before speaking again; " You cannot keep everything inside to suffer alone forever," he finished quieter, concern tinting the tone of his voice. Her eyes narrowed sharply, slits of moonlight locked onto a rock off-shore as water crashed over it. "Alone Sir?," she mused as she turned back to him, her fangs peeking out as her lip curled up, "I suppose you think you are qualified to hear our troubles hmm?," she asked with a soft laugh as she stalked slowly around him, "I suppose you think you can bring me solace?" She snorted through her nose again, "You think you can replace him?," she laughed darkly, twisting around to glare at him. "Yes," he said curtly, glittering amber eyes holding her challenging stare; she blinked, spinning on her heels and stalking off.