EngelNacht

The summer wind caressed the trees just as I was once caressed; wind a gentle element capable of destruction that could easily tear at the leaves as just my heart was torn by a simple caress. The radiating summer heat gradually faded with the light as the lands slowly welcomed the proud spark of onyx. The moon shone her beauty and begged to the sun to allow darkness to arise. Day shed his skin and fell into night with a sigh of gentle breezes. Beneath the stern gaze of the forest and her children, a solitary feminine figure with shimmering silver hair layed herself down beside a small stream of crystalline freshwater. Glistening with the glitter of a blue draegoni's scales, the woman appeared to glow in the soft din of twilight. Her soft pale lips were slightly chapped from her day's journey, her hair dishevled and tangled. Her eyes glowed with fiery ambition long nulled by the weathers of travel. She was placid, like the water that danced beside her. The only noise that echoed through the forest was the soft crunching of her unicorn mare that grazed contently on the volumptious grass that growed nearby. ((I'll add more once I get the chance..feel free to join in.))

A place o' misery an' perpetual longing. Where mine own dreams fade into dust an' all that I grasp are the bittersweet hands o' deciet. Thou hast granted mine own soul with scars and everlasting false hopes. All that I can do is lay motionless as mine own heart becomes raped with lies. 'An I shall wither away beneath the poison of regret; forget me not my sweet love, for one day thou shall feel the same. Though I shan't allow the dark angel o' misery to fly upon thee hopes. Even though mine own heart bleeds I shall protect thee, even when mine own mind does not consent. For I wish not o' revenge; neither hate nor pain for thee. Thou is all whom I Love, all I ever shall. I harnessed the passion, now I shall be alone. I shan't ever bother thee again, for 't is thee whom I love and none other... She rested her heart beneath the malice of the regret's stone, and lived to writhe in the pain. As she sat silently atop the mass of untamed rock in the Desert Pine terra and gazed down upon her own rippled reflection, she smiled for the first time in an eternity. Not for she was happy though...never will she be happy again. But for some ironic thought that passed through her mind. Some small, hopeless thought. The misery. The overdramatics. The life of a poet who failed his best play. That was her own now. Her little secret of plays and poems. Riddles and verses that masquerade the truth. Music and literature that pleasure many; though few think to delve deep enough into it. Years ago she had been drawn into the arts, following her unexpected depression. Ever since, she has captivated the world with poetry and art that dumbfounds the mind, and music that entrances the soul. No one will ever unveil her true intentions.

Mmm. Very interesting. Me love!

Very interesting. I would like to see how it turns out. Love tragedy happens to be my forte...hmm...too bad I am not male.

A sharp streak of irridescent lightning danced through the sky and penetrated the dark Forest of the Fall below for a split second; though a split second was all that was needed to illuminate the preternatural eyes of Engel Nacht as she sat nervously upon her prancing onyx equine. With a curse, she pulled gently though hastily upon the leather black reins and urged her horse into a swift canter; the trees lashing and biting at her delicate pale skin; the leaves tangling and pulling at her long crimson hair. Just as she had expected, the thundering hooves of her hunters' steeds echoed throughout the forest, closing in on her from three cursed directions. She had no choice but to spin her steed around and gallop through the dense trails to the northern edge of the forest. Just as she neared the trail to Tarsengaard, her body wretched with an invisible force and she flew backward off of her horse. The hoofbeats of her steed faded away and the merciless rain became nothing. She stared into the eyes of fate and let her body become consumed with pain. She drifted off into darkness, and could barely feel strong rough hands picking her up and binding her arms in shackles. "Let me the f*ck go! What in hell!? Release me!" Her screams were futile after she awoke to find that her hands were bound in irons, and her body stripped of her weapon and armor. With a growl, she lunged from her confines to a boulder and grimaced when the irons dug into her flesh..."Damn them," she whispered, her eyes searching for an answer. If it weren't for her and her stupid desires for obtaining a horse, she wouldn't be here. That and the many other charges pressed against her- use of magic in unappropriate ways, wooing of a councilman, impersonation of a god, vampirism in public view, teasing of goblins, tavern teasing, and unlawful fights against desperate males; and that was merely during the recent month. But truly, she had to do what she had to do in order to obtain the mystical and legendary steed. It was true, she was a far better horseman than the steed's previous owner, and the equine cleary adored her. Pity that the beautiful beast was also trapped here, tethered to a boulder feet away. "Shhh...Epona...quiet...come..." she whispered to the anxious horse, who tossed its fiery silver mane and nickered, pulling at the tether with its teeth. The horse squeeled and yanked free, shaking its onyx body and trotting over to Engel. "Come...good girl. Go and find Mortecia and warn her of my predicement, leave me, and escape." The horse nodded in acknowledgment and reared, leaping off into a swift gallop toward the east. Engel sighed, now alone, and wondered what awaited her.

I'm so confused..i wanna do it, but...

(( I'm lost a tad. XD.))

Any may join in..if they want...*Caugh* Brom *Caugh*

The night covered Seridia with darkness. Who knows what could hide in it within the depths of its cloak of mystery. The thought of danger did not phase the young and innocent mind of a child as she crawled silently behind a large log, watching a scene unfold before her virgin eyes. “Mummy…?†she whispered helplessly as she saw the limp form of her mother strewn across the forest floor, soaked in sweet red crimson. “Adre…don’t…come…close…†managed the dying mother as she drowned in pain, taking her final lustful breaths. The child whimpered and clutched her rag-doll close, backing up against a tree. She was far too young to notice the bloody print of a crazed wolf inches from her mother’s corpse, and was whimpering too much to hear the malicious growl pass through death’s maw. The beast watched as the mother ceased to move and laughed a sort when the grotesque scent of death filled his senses. He heard the girl, the young innocent doll that played off the exemplar of innocence. He smelled the reek of pain and suffering, of human helplessness. Yet he was far too feral to show compassion, far too wild to care of the mud-covered girl just yards away. She would be yet another midnight hunt. Another taste of the innocent iron tang of blood upon his devil-spawn tongue would be nothing to him. A twig snapped, the wolven beast growled in frustration. “Daddy…?†her sweet voice. Gods, he could not bear to hesitate another moment to leap upon her and taste the doll. Beckon her soul to him and ravage her sweet young heart. How he wanted her to feel his pain. “Yes dearie, daddy is here. He will come and make you safe,†sounded the near-human voice from the demon’s lungs. “Come sweetie, come see mommie.†The night covered Seridia with darkness. Corpses of dreams haunted the towns. A silent scream echoed throughout the land. Ode to the rag-doll that layed in the blood.

I think furries. Like cat furries, wolf furries. They shoul be free though.

I wuvvles unicorn. we should be able to train and ride them.

Glistening beneath the ominous blood-red moon was the veiled and mysterious character of elegance's quintessence. Adorned in the most opulent of fashions, the feminine form wandered from tree to tree in the forest in Whitestone. Her very posture and stance would give the appearance that she was an individual deeply consumed in wealth and power, though that was far from true. In fact, she was a lost and wandering soul, broken and alone from all the years of pain. The only thing she held was her trusty sword and her pride. Even her infamous passion and personality was withering away like the leaves that crunched beneath her expensive leather boots. With a soft sigh of perhaps frustration, the wandering teenaged girl paused and rest leaning against a large tree, drawing back the hood of her cloak to reveal a strong yet feminine face that sported a slightly masculine nose, full lips, and piercing eyes. Framing her features was a mass of thick auburn hair that cascaded past her shoulders and rested untouched upon her dark brown cloak. The girl was simply known as Aethial, or even simplier, "Engel". Quite fitting for her in a sense. She was the fair age of nineteen, and her origin was quite unknown to many. One day whilst wandering about as a child, she came across a clan of shady and mysterious elves who adored the occult. She never returned to her family. Now here she stays, seven years later in a cask of remembrance. Whether she was happy or not was truly a mystery...

Fourteen. I'm glad there are a lot of older individuals in the game. It helps to keep the game in order and eliminates immaturity virtually, rather, tolerance of immaturity is at a low. It's a brilliant game, it will be interesting to see how far it progresses.