Showing posts with label Kitiara. Show all posts
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Current Character Description - Kitiara vana Sortem
A small graceful dark elf outfitted in a collage of forest cameo.
She wears a solid light green tank top under cameo cargo pants
and a long warm cloak. Her short black hair is caked in dirt and
spikes out in every direction. A pair of magically tinted pilot
goggles cover mostof her face, except for an amused smirk. A magikal
green ouroborous tattoo slithers around her right bicep and a faded
red and yellow Sunite tattoo graces her left. A newly inked Mystran
tattoo graces the right side of her neck. Blue magic dances along
the two silver scimitars strapper to her back. Her forest green shield
has a star etched into the front and the back bears her motto:
Sic Parvis Magna
Greatness from small beginnings
A Passion Rekindled
Something was terribly wrong.
Kitiara could feel it in the air.
The Sunites, normally a boisterously verbose group of cheerfulness had become mute as of late. Smiles had become strained, worry was evident in the passing faces and their dear leader, Lady Dorian, had taken ill for several days with the healer. And a cool whisper had breezed through the clan halls of a lost Sunite that must not be found.
A cold unwelcomed wind blew thru Kit's hair as she stealthly approached the lake. Frightening determination etched on her face. Even before she hit the crest of the hill she knew there was something unnatural in Lady Dorian's sanctuary.
Cresting the hill Kitiara let out a cry of anguish as she saw the damage done. The lake was a sickly color with dead fish scattered about. The grass and moss circling the lake also took on a gross tint. Who would do such a malevolent thing to such a beautiful place? And why hit such a secluded unimportant place if they meant harm? Kitiara allowed the questions to meander through her mind for a minute before calming herself. First things first, she needed clues.
Kit smiled evily as she stalked down to the lake. She would find out what happened and who was responsible. And then the fun would begin.
Kitiara could feel it in the air.
The Sunites, normally a boisterously verbose group of cheerfulness had become mute as of late. Smiles had become strained, worry was evident in the passing faces and their dear leader, Lady Dorian, had taken ill for several days with the healer. And a cool whisper had breezed through the clan halls of a lost Sunite that must not be found.
A cold unwelcomed wind blew thru Kit's hair as she stealthly approached the lake. Frightening determination etched on her face. Even before she hit the crest of the hill she knew there was something unnatural in Lady Dorian's sanctuary.
Cresting the hill Kitiara let out a cry of anguish as she saw the damage done. The lake was a sickly color with dead fish scattered about. The grass and moss circling the lake also took on a gross tint. Who would do such a malevolent thing to such a beautiful place? And why hit such a secluded unimportant place if they meant harm? Kitiara allowed the questions to meander through her mind for a minute before calming herself. First things first, she needed clues.
Kit smiled evily as she stalked down to the lake. She would find out what happened and who was responsible. And then the fun would begin.
A Date?
Sanria lay in her bed staring up at the vaulted ceiling and the comforting twinkle of the crystals. Her hand rested on her stomach, easily rising up and down with each measured breath she took. The sound of the waterfall gave everything within the appearance of a peaceful room, but did little to soothe the torrent that swirled within Sanria.
She hadn't honestly expected to see Throm so soon after his missive had arrived, but as she went out to gather herbs, there he was. Sanria led him to the grove to join her in gathering valerian where they had a wonderful time simply talking. She told him of Lady Kitiara's garden and her wedding there so long ago. She looked over at him so many times part of her hoping once again to see familiar white robes and brown eyes, but they were not there. It was in fact a compliment that she felt so at east with Throm that she could slip into a comfortability much like she had long ago, but her heart still ached. With time, however, she was beginning to see that she had to let go of the past and as the time passed with Throm, and she began to see him for himself, the more she realized that things might end up ok.
At the Prancing Stallion, they had roast, and for the first time - it was different. Though she had been to this place so many times before, it was new. Sitting across from him with the candle between them, she began to discover a deep attraction. She could see herself with this man for the rest of her days. They sat then, side by side on the soft cushion, her head on his shoulder just talking. She felt like a girl again.
They then went to Crystabelle Village - a place where Sanria had never been. They were like children as they laughed and fought with tickling feathers - and the kiss that came as a form of truce nearly melted Sanria. She did attempt to adjust her thinking at that point - it was nothing more than a somewhat playful overture, but she spent the rest of the time in the deep hope that it would happen again. It was not in vain, for as they parted ways, Sanria was given the very thing she desired. Her hands held both sides of Throm's face and for a long moment, she looked up into the green eyes and her heart and mind raced.
Why, then, she was laying here so tormented was beyond her. Why was she still clinging to a marriage that was explicitly ended, when fate (and life it seemed) was offering her a new opportunity at what could be absolutely wonderful? How was it that already she could see herself falling in love with a man she barely knew? Sanria rolled over, putting her face in her bed as she slammed her fist into the covers.
"Damn it, Thasmudyan. Why?"
She hadn't honestly expected to see Throm so soon after his missive had arrived, but as she went out to gather herbs, there he was. Sanria led him to the grove to join her in gathering valerian where they had a wonderful time simply talking. She told him of Lady Kitiara's garden and her wedding there so long ago. She looked over at him so many times part of her hoping once again to see familiar white robes and brown eyes, but they were not there. It was in fact a compliment that she felt so at east with Throm that she could slip into a comfortability much like she had long ago, but her heart still ached. With time, however, she was beginning to see that she had to let go of the past and as the time passed with Throm, and she began to see him for himself, the more she realized that things might end up ok.
At the Prancing Stallion, they had roast, and for the first time - it was different. Though she had been to this place so many times before, it was new. Sitting across from him with the candle between them, she began to discover a deep attraction. She could see herself with this man for the rest of her days. They sat then, side by side on the soft cushion, her head on his shoulder just talking. She felt like a girl again.
They then went to Crystabelle Village - a place where Sanria had never been. They were like children as they laughed and fought with tickling feathers - and the kiss that came as a form of truce nearly melted Sanria. She did attempt to adjust her thinking at that point - it was nothing more than a somewhat playful overture, but she spent the rest of the time in the deep hope that it would happen again. It was not in vain, for as they parted ways, Sanria was given the very thing she desired. Her hands held both sides of Throm's face and for a long moment, she looked up into the green eyes and her heart and mind raced.
Why, then, she was laying here so tormented was beyond her. Why was she still clinging to a marriage that was explicitly ended, when fate (and life it seemed) was offering her a new opportunity at what could be absolutely wonderful? How was it that already she could see herself falling in love with a man she barely knew? Sanria rolled over, putting her face in her bed as she slammed her fist into the covers.
"Damn it, Thasmudyan. Why?"
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