Starcross Love Chapter progression

A heavy load of utter crap went on lately, having me fight to get a new wheelchair. A topic coming later on, as I’m trying to understand how FUCKED people are, but this post isn’t about my problems.

 

I’ve been away from doimg work on the book chapter, but last week, I’ve added a bit too it,but would like your input. For fight sequences, five or six paragraphs are done, which I believe is fine, but when should a turning point happen, (ie: a new weapon appear for a character?) As it stands, I plan on Blackrose receiving her  mate’s mother’s twin blades, but how soon after she proves herself should they step in?

 

Note: the book has nothing to do with the role play I’m in and does not have nothing to do with it.

 

Please enjoy reading and let me know your thoughts on the above question. 🙂

 

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Starcross Love:

CHAPTER VI: THE NEVER ENDING STRUGGLE

Author’s Note: Blackrose and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!

Rated Mature: For violence/gore, language, and adult themes. So if you object, turn away now!


 

Having this crimson furred double of Blackrose staring at them, preening it’s arm fur so carefully put the vampire cat and Fujiko beside themselves, making the two on edge, but Blackrose more so. She didn’t need to guess what this entity was or what it wanted to do, the look in her double’s eye told her as much, forcing a cat like demonic howl from her as, “I won’t let you harm him!” fell from her lips while she got on all fours, running and jumping to attack this copy, but it caught her arm. While there seemingly trapped, it wasn’t lost on Blackrose that she could get free, she knew she could get away by shadow stepping, that wasn’t her plan. No, her plan was to study this copy and find out what her senses told her were true, which prompted Blackrose to roar as she threw a dark energy spire in the crimson cat’s face and jumped away.

Watching the vampire cat she once spurred as a friend fight this counterpart with her full power, Fujiko could see the change in Blackrose from centuries ago. True, though one of the undead and fighting with her full power at her disposal, being in love with a man who brought this out in her amazed the feline blacksmith, letting, “Suzu, my teacher’s son, Xavior warmed Blackrose’s heart?” work through her mind as a smile formed. After the vampire cat finished her flurry, an attack that did nothing and saw her land on all fours, it became apparent this evil entity wasn’t anything that would be taken down by “normal” means, having Fujiko step forward with her friend.

As it licked it’s fur, the vampire’s counterpart saw the two approach, allowing it to get a smugness about it. While staring at the felines, trying to debate whether to battle them here or attack the one weakness the one who cast her aside for first, an idea filling the crimson furred cat with perverse bliss. There was no doubt Blackrose’s evil enjoyed the image of Xavior, the man who she herself was hired to kill, but let love for him change her, an idea giving the entity a headache. Something about seeing the human’s blood on her claws and sword excited, the double, as if it got stronger, prompting, “I’m going to go after him myself and do what you couldn’t, no wouldn’t, kill him!” out of its mouth in a much more darker tone than the one who shed it before disappearing into a red mist.

Hoping to get to the entity before her counterpart dissolved, Blackrose roared, summoning an energy spire to her hand and threw it, missing her dark double by seconds. She didn’t need to guess her evil meant Xavior, letting, “Fujiko, stay and see what his sword might do, I’m going after my twin!” fall from the feline vampire’s lips in anger, anger at herself because she let Alucard, her Sire influence her darkness through the generations, causing this embodiment to exist. While a shadow overtook her into it, Blackrose took to the night, jumping from tree to tree like a cat would, off to the one place she knew this entity would be, the tomb of Xavior’s mother, having the feline shadow step faster.

As she watched the vampire vanish, the blacksmith had a lot of things going through her mind, driving her to sit on all fours and scratch her fur. Once done, she sheathed her blade, walking into her forge, in front of the cocooned Kahimoto while, “How will I know when it’s ready?” came out of her mouth, but what really worried the woman was the fact that she didn’t know if the newly infused sword spirit would help or hurt Xavior, and that alone made her light brown fur stand up. Oh, Fujiko would train with her master’s son so he could get use to the now half demonic blade and the weight it now most likely had, it went without saying, she didn’t know how the sword’s spirit force might act towards him.

As Xavior sat cross legged deep in thought, attempting to come to grips with killing his own sister, an act the man felt off about, something, perhaps a heaviness or the way shadows played on the tomb walls made Blackrose’s mate slowly stand. Scanning the area with his eyes, it couldn’t be denied he knew when the cat vampire was around, though he was still trying to get his head around Blackrose becoming good, but this felt much much more darker, having Xavior go for his sword, just remembering it wasn’t there, triggering an, “Ah shit…” from his lips while getting into his fighting stance. Every part of him could be heard telling the man this had risk written all over it, he knew this, yet, Xavior had no choice, other than Cerberus, the Guardian Spirit from Dracula’s castle, which, if needed, he’d use.

Still looking at the wall at the far end of his mother’s resting place, a figure of a feline started forming on it, making the question, “Is she back already?” come to the front of the warrior’s mind, but when he saw what stepped out of the shadow, he knew this battle just might be one he may not be one he would walk away from. “Woah, love the blood red hair and fur ya have going on! What are you, cause I know who you look like, but you aren’t her!” came out sternly as he looked in its eye, watching for any hint of an attack plan. Keeping an eye on the entity, something his mother Suzu said about evil began ringing in the Izurian warrior’s ear, something about some evil being so full of hate for something or someone, it splits off from the host and tracks the person itself, making Xavior chilly with what maybe fear.

“You are correct human, I’m the evil side of that weak kitten of yours, the side she tossed aside. You can call me Bloodrose! I’ll do what Blackrose’s too weak to do, kill you!” spilled from the double’s mouth so easily as it found joy knowing the man could die by her hand, driving it to attack. Using otherworldly speed, no doubt shared with the vampire it called a kitten, the counterpart went after the man, but though smirking, knowing a couple blows were landing, shock couldn’t keep away from Bloodrose’s face when it saw Xavior block one or two, making the entity madder. Pressing the attack, it knew how to injury the warrior, a way to mark him with a brand, prompting the vampire’s twin to use it’s paw and claw the man, leaving claw marks under Xavior’s left eye, causing a scream of great pain to explode from his mouth. Hearing the man screams and seeing him hold a hand over the area made the evil entity lick its claws happily before going in for the kill.

Feeling the sting of this thing’s mark and the blows before hand didn’t sit to well with Xavior, or maybe that was an understatement, but all he knew was the pain. “I need to call Cerberus…” shot across his mind, working through every corner of it, but could he chant the words in this condition came to mind as well, letting doubt come in. There wasn’t any debate of any kind, he knew he had to do something, and perhaps his mother’s spirit came beside the warrior, silencing the pain, having, “Oh great demon of the underworld, guardian of the gate, hear the plea of your servant. Come up from hell and help fight this foe and drag it down to be your plaything!” flood from Xavior’s lips like water while his right arm began bleeding where the dog demon marked him. Though this would be the first time summoning it, the Izurian didn’t deny a slight feeling of what might be fear coming into play, holding him a bit, but he slammed his hand on the ground, letting the blood flow, forming a pentagram.

Looking at the man and seeing the pentagram of blood taking shape, Blackrose’s evil went after him with everything it had, knocking Xavior into a wall, having a gasp of pain exit the warrior’s mouth as offerings fell around him. It knew what the man attempted to do, the double wasn’t a fool, but little did Bloodrose realize, Cerberus heard the call of his partner and was on the way, prompting the crimson colored cat to go after the man to try ending him. Before it could, Suzu’s tomb got pitch black, as if night broke the doors, blowing out the touches lighting it, but in the blackness, three heads of the guardian spirit formed before the body of it completed, drawing the enemy away from Xavior.

Once solid, a great roar that shook heaven and earth exited the great demon, having it fix a gaze upon the warrior who summoned it. As his middle head leaned down, giving a low growl as it inspected the Izurian, Cerberus could smell that the warrior had life left in him, putting the demon at ease, letting it’s anger be directed towards Blackrose’s copy, having the left head look at the entity coldly. Turning to face the opponent, the great beast could smell his companion’s blood around it, enraging the demon more and getting plans together to fight this opponent. Eyeing the vampire cat woman’s copy, the underworld’s guardian knew this battle may not be an easy one, why would it be, but either the knowledge the speck of dust hurt the warrior or the demon’s standing among the demons of the other world fueled it, but fire started within Cerberus, driving the desire to defeat the entity and drag it to hell.

Peering across the room, looking at the beast, Bloodrose couldn’t deny the fact the human, a weakling such as this had tamed a demon, having her lick her fur, plotting. As it did, of course it didn’t matter if he had a devil guarding him, she would kill him, a fact it bathed in as a smirk started across its face. After what seemed like hours, Blackrose’s copy got on all fours and launched after her prey, letting the shadows cloak the advance, allowing the entity to jump from wall to wall, preparing to strike. To say that it had the taste of the man’s blood already on it’s fangs would be an understatement, the look on the double’s face said all, having Bloodrose bare its claws, but at the last second, Cerberus swatted the entity with his paw, knocking it into the floor.

“I will not allow this to happen!” left the great demon’s mouth in a thunderous growl while shooting Blackrose’s evil a cold look. Sure, the beast maybe a demon and fought the human himself, a battle still thrilling him to this day, but after, the blood contract sealed him as Xavior’s guardian spirit, a job it would perform within reason, having all three of Cerberus’s heads charge ice, fire and electricity to use. While doing so, the guardian of the great gate of the underworld knew his opponent could attack while his defense were getting ready, knowledge making the demon plot alternate plans. Like the great demon predicted, Bloodrose launched an attack, shadow stepping, trying to confuse it, but little did the evil know Cerberus anticipated it’s movement, allowing him to discharge all three elements point blank, sending the blood furred cat back.

“Cursed beast!” leaped from Bloodrose’s lips in a growl before licking burnt fur. There were no words to describe the anger of not getting to the human it wanted to kill, having it shoot a stare the giant demon’s way. Peering at the man that sat seemingly motionless behind Cerberus ate at Blackrose’s double, almost mocking it, something it couldn’t take, causing ideas to spark, letting a dark smirk to infect Bloodrose’s face. Preening a claw as it looked at the man it would use as a scratching post before killing him, one thought letting the crimson cat woman’s smirk grow, every part of it said the task wouldn’t be a simple one, something it already knew. After basking in the image of Xavior’s demise, red smoke gathered around, cloaking the evil feline, allowing it to disappear and reappear behind the guardian of the underworld, but before Bloodrose could get near the warrior, Blackrose arrived, fighting her copy and drove it back.

As the vampire cat woman set the man she loved in a safer place, she looked at the great dog guardian, giving him no words, but Cerberus needed no order to protect Xavior. With her mate safe, a demonic howl exited Blackrose as her icy gaze turned toward her counterpart and said, “I told you that I wouldn’t let harm come to him!” with fire in her voice, prompting her on all fours, launching after her dark double, shadow stepping as she went. While heading for her crimson furred counterpart, Blackrose couldn’t stop the images of Xavior, the man the feline vampire was hired to kill but ended up in love with laying half out of it because of this evil copy from flashing in front of her eyes, fueling a need to protect, a feeling she had yet to get use too.

“Then be glad you both are in a tomb, because I’ll bury you both here, weak little kitty!” Bloodrose said in a demonic roar, a bit of laughter followed as it summoned the image of the human and vampire dead to its mind as it ran to meet the human’s pet in battle. As the two opposing sides drew closer, Blackrose’s counterpart couldn’t keep a smirk from bleeding through, knowing once the two were killed, it could be free to ravage the land, knowledge, making the crimson cat chuckle weakly while disappearing before meeting her target. When the two clashed, demonic howls and the like could be heard as both Blood and Blackrose landed strikes, each trying to gain the upper hand, compelling the crimson furred demon to back off.

While licking her fur and popping her joints, it didn’t get past the feline vampire that her double was gaining strength, a fact leading Blackrose to search for a reason. Locking eyes with the crimson counterpart, thoughts of when her sword burst out of Fujiko’s cleansing pool came back to her, hinting at what she suspected. “So, you did latch onto the evil aura from the sword when I shed you and grew from the deeds it remembers.” the vampire said, a little genuine regret in her tone, but knowing that fact helped her plan, lighting a fire in her.

As the two stood there trading icy stares, Xavior started opening his eyes and struggled to focus.

A Little Work On The Crossover

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Some months ago, the idea hit to do a crossover using two characters from my yet to be completed vampire book and the Sailor Moon anime. Though it has been months, late last night I felt like adding to it. It wasn’t too much, was fighting sleep, but thought you all might like a peek.

 

Broken Savior: A Star Cross Love, Sailor Moon Crossover

Blackrose and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the original characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED! That said, Sailor Moon and the anime’s characters ARE NOT owned by me, money isn’t made by me from their use.

 

 

Some months after having to put his wife Blackrose, the feline vampire he loved into the crimson coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, their two daughters, Asuka and Kasha taken places to be safe, not to mention the kingdom they both built back up after killing Queen Chanista’s son being ripped away from him, everyone of his remaining loyal guards knew how Xavior felt. It went without a word that the soldiers could see he hurt over Blackrose almost losing her life due to summoning her dark guardian spirit, Shadow Stalker to fight a corrupt mage, a man who took over the kingdom, they felt the sting as well, but no one could see it better than Fujiko, the friend of Blackrose asked by her to watch his back. Every night when he’d go up to the peak that was in the kingdom, she would be below him sitting on all fours, preening her claws while the thought, “Has he drank blood at all today?” entered her mind, making the feline ask him.

 

She knew Xavior’s answer already, even before the question left her tongue, an answer having the feline get in his face and peer into his eyes. Fujiko had great respect for the man, before and after Blackrose turned him, that didn’t go without saying, but after everything, she seen Xavior go without blood for a few days, a prospect that could be dangerous for everyone. “Have you really drank blood, because you know what may happen if you don’t. You’ll weaken, attack others, or both!” left the cat woman’s lips as she gave off a low feline howl of anger

 

Listening to her howling, it went without saying what she’d do if he answered with a no, but truthfully though, after his wife going into hibernation and feeling his vampire nature’s grip on him, making the warrior go out of control that one time while protecting Asuka scared him. Sure, Xavior wasn’t a fool, he drank a little blood, but just enough to keep his nature at bay, having, “I’ve had some today, don’t worry Fujiko.” escape his mouth as the two looked at the other. Little did Xavior and his friend realize soon both would be transported to a land, a place that would have them aid a queen and force him to confront his nature head on.

 

Though she believed him, something in his eyes told her he needed to be watched, like she could tell a piece of Xavior wasn’t right, though the cat couldn’t point out what made her think that. Walking back, that same feeling pressed her, causing, “Did he lie to me?” to bleed into her mind and hit every corner, having debate reign over the issue. No, Fujiko knew Xavior might not be drinking a lot of blood, but she knew he wasn’t lying to her, letting a sigh pass her lips while the two walked. And yet, she couldn’t shake feeling that a coming battle would leave him open due to Xavior not letting his nature feed.

 

Right before getting in camp, a feeling came over Blackrose’s husband, drawing him to look at the sky, but didn’t see anything. Though he couldn’t explain it, something felt odd, having Xavior put his hand on the Kahimoto sword’s handle, ready to draw while the other hand went before the feline, stopping her. Looking around, noting the sounds of the forest ceased, thoughts of an unknown attacker came into play, a thought making the warrior growl, but at that moment, light hit the two, enveloping them until they disappeared.

 

While inside it, both had no idea what was happening or who, if anyone caught them, making Xavior roar loudly, ready to rip anyone apart. As the light started fading, dropping the two warriors in the mysterious area, there was little doubt the level of tension they both felt, having Fujiko and Xavior draw their blades, ready for anything. Scanning the area, though not sure where the feeling came from, but the area felt alien, as if something or someone transported them to another land, getting the man angrier. Perhaps the cat woman’s look or knowing it wasn’t the time for this, Xavior cooled his head as, “This isn’t Ervere.” fell from his lips while looking around, trying to think about something.

 

Fujiko didn’t need to question his reasons for stating that, the stars and landscape alone told the cat her friend was correct, having, “Can you feel Cerberus?” fall from her lips in a concerned way while licking her fur on her arm. True, the feline was a warrior who didn’t have a guardian spirit, she read about and heard how the people with them have a bond with the creators, able to sense them in their minds, hoping Xavior felt the three headed dog demon, but how his face looked confirmed he couldn’t sense anything. Having that fact hit, the thought, “If we get in a battle here that’s too much for us, how will we far without Cerberus?” began crossing the cat woman’s mind while her ears twitched, making Fujiko look at Blackrose’s husband. It went unsaid that she knew Xavior wasn’t in the best condition for a battle blood wise, she already guessed that by seeing how little he took in, but what made worry mount her more was there seemed like nothing they could eat.

 

While true, he couldn’t sense the great demon, Xavior felt a need to try to summon Cerberus, driving, “Oh great demon of the underworld, guardian of the gate, hear the plea of your servant. Come up from hell and help fight this foe and drag it down to be your plaything!” to cross his lips as his hand hit the ground. Every part of him knew the outcome to his effort, the warrior didn’t deny that, having, “What world is this?” run his mind, fueling his anger to want to find the person responsible for bringing them there. Yet, perhaps Blackrose’s spirit came by her mate and told him it wasn’t the time for this, quelling the fire inside him, letting Xavior think as he pointed to a castle in the distance as, “We may find answers there.” came out semi calmly.

 

Looking where he pointed, the feline blacksmith knew they had to look somewhere for a way home, making Fujiko nod and follow him. As she did, it couldn’t go unnoticed that the warrior seemed off, letting debate rage on asking Xavior how much blood he had today, but before she could, she saw him take a blood pack from a pouch he carried and drink a few sips, having her discard the question. Still, every part of the cat woman knew a couple sips wouldn’t be enough to see him through if, gods forbid they came under attack, prompting, “Sire, I know you’re afraid of drinking blood because of that incident, but you must drink more than a few sips. I mean if Blackrose…” out of the cat woman’s mouth, but once she realized she brought up her friend, his wife he had to put in the blood coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, a chill crossed her, stopping her mid sentence.

 

A low growl dropped from the vampire, attempting to tell her she was out of place, but every fiber of Xavior knew the blacksmith’s words were true, he knew if his wife would do more than scream at him if she saw him in the state he was in now. She’d send him to the underworld for the way he was now, an image giving the man chills. Yet, part of the warrior couldn’t shake what went on when his vampiric nature took over in Dracula’s castle, having Asuka, his young daughter scared of him, something Xavior regrets to this day.

 

Drawing closer to the mysterious palace, a feeling of eyes watching them began coming over them, driving their hands to their swords, ready to draw. While looking over the area, swords ready to be unsheathed, the two felt as if guards were surrounding them, putting both on edge, making Xavior’s anger refire. Giving Fujiko a nod, a mini signal, every part of the man knew he could use his nature’s senses to draw whoever or whatever out, having the warrior’s eyes turn red as a low growl dropped from his lips while turning to mist. While hunting, the thrill of which excited the vampire’s mate, a fact Xavior wouldn’t deny, the way his nature scratched and clawed at him, making him lose control like he did, leading him to the state he was in now.

 

Though momentary, the vampire caught himself thinking about things he couldn’t fix until he and his companion got back to Ervere, if that was possible, making Xavior shake his head to focus. As the vampire approached his prey silently like the dead of night, he noticed the man’s gaze looking into the distance, having Blackrose’s husband hold a moment to observe. “What are you staring at, human if not us?” Xavior asked in a mumble, a growl tailed that question as the immortal let his vampire nature out a little before noticing a queen and her envoy approaching, making him note the soldier unsheathing his weapon a bit.

 

 

Old Open Story Progress!

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This most likely will be the final report on the progression of my elf princess’s story until I put it on my blogger. The reason that is said is due to the love scene I’m gearing up to do & I don’t wanna strike on here or people upset because their kids read it. That said, please enjoy.

 

A Princess’s Forbidden Desire

Skya and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!


As a twenty year old elf princess with navy blue hair bathed in a pond near her forest kingdom, words of her mother and father started ringing in ears, telling her not to go too far, and she needed to pick a prince from one of the other kingdoms to wed. While getting her hair wet, ready to be washed, Skya didn’t hide the fact that their warning and the “Pick a prince” speech bothered her, the sigh crossing her lips proved it did. About the warning, she admitted creatures like goblins and such lurked in the shadows, Skya killed a few herself before, feats that only sharpened her sword skills, but to picking a husband, the idea chilled her to her core.

Finishing up, getting herself dry and dressing in the low cut pink kimono that showed a good bit of cleavage, something that her parents frowned upon, the thought of marriage still went through the elf woman’s head, making Skya cringe. Oh, it wasn’t the concept that made her feel sick, she wanted a man, children, everything marriage offered, what made the bad taste in her mouth to start was the fact that all elven males of royal blood seemed too much like weak children, hiding behind their money, afraid to fight, a trait which turned her off. Fixing her hair bow and white boots, tying the laces, a sigh of longing dropped from Skya’s mouth because she felt as if a man she could call hers had to be out there waiting, but she didn’t know how to find him.

Putting her sword between her kimono and the waste wrap, securing it, a noise that sounded like a tree twig snapping caught her attention, having the elf jump on a tree branch, her sword ready. While looking around finding nothing but night, it wasn’t lost on her that the trees spirits felt the slightest changes in their homes, a fact making Skya put a hand on the tree as she began chanting a spell that would bring the spirits out, After a few moments of speaking the words, light green started glowing around the elf woman’s hand and the tree trunk, having Skya shut her eyes.

Every piece of her being told her this wasn’t the time to lose a sense, especially if an enemy was in the darkness, something she already knew, but Skya had to focus on what the spirits said, meaning she needed to close an ability. With her eyes close, the path to the spirits that call the trees homes began appearing, letting them come to her, whispering in the elf princess’s ear. As she listened to them, it couldn’t be denied Skya felt an uneasy feeling growing within her, as if something had her dead in its sight, burning a hole through her, causing the elf’s eyes to burst open and jump away from the tree as a creature came after her.

Though she knew this wasn’t the time for jokes, “How dare you interrupt my conversion with my friends!” bled from her mouth playfully while drawing her sword. Skya wasn’t a fool when it came to fighting, she felt like there were more creatures in the shadows, waiting, but soon, more dark elves, goblins and whatever being the underworld rejected came out, surrounding her. True, Skya knew her skills with the sword were almost unmatched, something she took great pride in, but perhaps even she had to admit there might be too many for her, an omission unbecoming of her.

Looking at the elf woman’s body, it couldn’t be said some of the dark elves wanted to rape her after capturing her, the way they licked their lips said it all. Everyone of them knew the dark elves and those who rule the eight tree kingdoms of the land were at war, it went without saying, but to catch a prize like the princess before them and use whatever to seduce her so they could defile the heir to a kingdom, possibly get her with child appealed to them, having them smirk. While most of the older soldiers held back, forming attack strategies, the thoughts of fucking Skya whirled around the younger troops, pressing them to attack her, a move that had her kill them easily. It went without saying the rest of the group came after the elf, having her fight for her life, a fight worrying her, but while the soldiers and monsters got a few good licks in, nobody saw about twenty of them be killed, beheaded by an unknown force, making the battle freeze.

“My gods, sixty against one, can we say unfair?” echoed from the darkness, bouncing off the trees, confusing the dark elves, even the princess. While all tried to figure out where and who this was, mumbling began among the solders, but a dark elf with redish hair came out of the shadows, holding a sword that Skya hasn’t seen before, but she didn’t know if he was friend or foe, having her ready her blade. The man’s features told the dark elves he was one of them, making the leader try to ask him to help them capture her, but before he finished, the stranger appeared behind him, wiping the crimson from the sword as the head elf’s head fell to the ground. After their leader’s body dropped, it took little to deduce this man had no sense of loyalty, at least in their minds, calling their force to attack.

Standing there, the navy blue haired princess watched the man battle his own kind like a demon, still unsure what to make of him. Skya could cast a spell to read his mind, that she knew, but watching the man, there was something about how he fought that drew her in. As the fight went on, it amazed the young elf woman the way he handled his sword, drawing and sheathing it, but using his hands and feet as well, leading her to the conclusion he must’ve studied in Izura, which would make sense. Perhaps her naive nature had a part in it, but Skya admitted this guy would be a perfect mate for her, if he wasn’t the enemy. Yet, though she couldn’t explain it, she felt something with him, like he had a human way about him, making her curious.

Seeing the last dark elf fall, the stranger flicked his sword, clearing it of blood before sheathing it. Walking off, his eye caught Skya’s beauty in what little of the kimono she had left, having a wolf whistle leave his lips, making her turn away, but, “You best go home princess, before more show up.” follow semi kindly. Thinking about what that leader asked made him ill, the way his fist hit a tree gave proof to it, letting, “Why can’t I just go my own way, why pick sides here?” enter his thoughts as he sat by a campfire and started to take apart his sword, cleaning it. Since waking up in that body, a joke god or fate played on him, people always ask him to take a side, getting him sick. He wasn’t blind to the fact there was a war going on, evidence of that fact was everywhere, even so, the man wanted no part in it, having him keep a low profile.

As he continued caring for his blade, thoughts of his past and the goddess or whatever that flooded him, making the elf want to curse. He remembered its words, that he’d find a woman and happiness there, but even so, it couldn’t be denied that the concept of reincarnation had no meaning to him, having a laugh begging to get out. Sure, it couldn’t be denied that he saw a light before waking up days earlier then finding himself there, but he wasn’t ready to call it divine, the word wasn’t the one on his tongue. And yet, no other explanation fit, leaving a blank in his mind, having a piece of the man open.

Jumping through the trees, trying to get home before her mother and father knew she went against them, though parts of the elf princess felt they guessed, her thoughts went back to the fight and the stranger who aided her. Every fiber of Skya knew he was a dark elf, that couldn’t be denied, but, “If he’s an enemy, why did he kill the commander?” spilled from her lips, inviting more questions in. True, it might’ve been a ploy, she admitted it or a rogue within their ranks, causing her head to spin more.

As Skya got through her bedroom window of the castle, she began feeling eyes staring at her, freezing her in her tracks. “You went to the Black Forest again to bathe, didn’t you daughter?” a female asked from the corner, gazing at the princess. The queen knew Skya had a defiant streak, after all, she taught her to have a strong will, her mom admitted that, but to go into the forest beyond the boarders made the queen’s head spin. Approaching her daughter, little needed saying she found a fight, making her look Skya over, ensuring she wasn’t hurt, but, “You make us worry when you do these stunts, I hope once you pick a mate, you will settle down!” came tumbling out firmly but lovingly.

Hearing the same thing about marrying one of these weakling princes made the navy blue haired princess’s stomach turn, making, “Mother, I told you and father I’m not interested in those children! I mean, they’re too scared of swords, for fairy sake.” left Skya’s lips as she turned to mend her kimono with magic. What she hoped to find was a mate who seemed like her equal with a blade so she might test him, and if he could face her in a duel, the woman would pick him as her mate.

The queen didn’t deny her daughter’s observation, she agreed that almost half the princes seemed like weaklings who are too afraid to fight, a fact driving a sigh from the woman. Yet, tradition stood, meaning Skya had limited options, having, “Dear, I know you want a man who’s equal to you with a sword and in bed, but there are any. Besides tradition states that you have to pick a prince to wed soon…” left her mouth. While true, the elder elf would do anything for her daughter, even try to find a better mate for her, but there just weren’t any within the royal lines, bringing her to Skya and rub her shoulders.

Every part of her knew her mother spoke truth, though Skya admitted it, the truth was hard to except, letting a sigh pass her lips as the elf continued mending her garment. Life with one she didn’t love or view as an equal made her ill, having, “I should’ve let those soldiers capture me…” cross her mind in that moment of sadness, dragging her deeper into that pit, but she also knew that thought was just a reaction. Just then, images of the dark elf who came to her aid started coming to mind, lightening her sorrow, making Skya smile. Still, the man was a mystery and it couldn’t be ignored that he was a dark elf, but the things the female sensed from the man needed to be investigated, getting, “Mother, there might be an elf that could be a match, he helped me earlier, but I want to find out more, can you stall father?” out of the young navy blue haired elf, while turning to her mom.

“Who is this man of whom you speak?” left the older female lips in a concerned tone as her eyes locked on her daughter’s, trying to gauge if she was telling the truth. Oh, she wasn’t calling Skya a liar, far from it, but she was aware her spirited daughter had a way to get out of royal matters, making her examine the young elf’s words carefully. After what seemed like an eternity, though every piece of her mother could be heard fighting the choice, in the end, she wanted Skya to be happy, having, “Okay I’ll help you, BUT I wish to meet this man,” come out kindly, watching the princess walk to the window, leaving. It wasn’t a question that she feared for her daughter every time she saw her go on these treks, it went without saying, and yet, she did teach the elf to be her own person, giving her some piece of mind.

Making her way through the trees, it wasn’t lost on the young elf that she didn’t see which direction the dark elf walked off in, but some part told her that he had to have somewhere near the area she was attacked. She had no idea why she had that feeling, it just made sense, sending her towards the clearing. True, returning there might invite more enemies, a fact that Skya knew all too well, but the risk was hers to make if it meant seeing the stranger again, having the elf make her way through the trees. As she landed, images of him still had their say over Skya, drawing the navy blue haired princess in, but as she relived seeing the stranger, something more about his expression caught her, giving her the feeling she must find him.

Walking through the forest, trying to remember which direction he went, his expression stayed on the young elf woman’s mind, feeding the need to see him. Sure, it went without saying that Skya wanted to see the dark stranger’s fighting ability and cross swords with him as a way to test to see if he could be her one true mate, the woman already set her mind to that, but how he looked spoke to her. To her, it almost seemed like a great sadness rested upon him, as if the man had something taken from him, prompting something, perhaps a caring nature to surface and drive her forward. Continuing deeper into the area, flickers from a campfire called her attention, having her put her hand on her sword while slowly approaching, ready to draw if needed.

Sitting by the fire, cooking fish he just caught not long ago, his free hand went for his black wrapped Katana and started unsheathing it. Though he didn’t know how he knew, maybe his sharpened senses told him, but he knew the elf princess was in the brush behind him, triggering, “Thought you’d be back in your kingdom and not back here.”to fall from Draven’s lips while checking the night’s dinner. He didn’t deny wanting to see the woman who had barely anything on under that kimono of hers, who wouldn’t, he just thought Skya cared for her own safety rather than strolling in the same place she was attacked, but perhaps not, letting, “Well, it isn’t my concern, hungry? There’s enough fish.” to leave his lips kindly.

“How did he know I?” went through the young elf woman’s mind as she came out, watching him. She thought she was well hidden, able to observe him, she admitted that openly, leading the princess to believe the dark elf used a spell to locate her, having Skya approach with caution. She couldn’t deny being at a loss for words as she sat down, especially when he knew she was watching him, causing the elf to hesitate about taking the food. True, she knew he looked like a dark elf, a member of the race who wanted her as a captive, she knew that, but everything about him said otherwise, giving her the courage to say, “I didn’t thank you for helping me.” Skya knew other things could’ve been said, questions about him for instance, that seemed like the right thing to do.

As he picked up the stick with his dinner on it, it didn’t escape him that she thought the fish was poisoned or whatever, having, “I know I look like a dark elf, but if I was a soldier for them, why would I help you?” be posed, adding, “Besides, this war doesn’t concern me.” As he said that, there was little doubt in Draven’s mind any spy might say the same, leading him to just take a bite. Still, Skya looked as though questions were on her mind, a look that didn’t irritate him, just unsettle the man, making, “Why are you looking like that?” to leak from his lips, looking at the princess.

Perhaps images from before dictated it because, “You don’t act like a dark elf like I’ve encountered, more like a human.” leaped from her, a reply she wanted to take back due to it sounding blunt and that was hardly her way. Skya couldn’t describe how low that statement made her feel, making her want to disappear, a fact making the princess slowly stand and begin to leave, but he grabbed her hand, having the elf woman look at him strangely. Clearly her statement reflected badly on her, something she regret, she had more tact than that, yet, the way her savior looked, she could tell he had a story to tell, compelling the navy blue haired elf woman to sit.

“How can I explain this when I don’t undersrand how it happened?” went through his head as he looked at her, eyes asking her to sit. He knew if he said that he was human reborn as a dark elf it may give her the impression that something wasn’t right with him, a fact having Draven struggle to find the words. Though it felt like eternity, a feeling he couldn’t explain started coming over him, covering the man and making, “Princess, you are correct, I’m not really who you see.” bleed from his lips as he looked up into the sky, trying to find more words to follow. Draven wasn’t like this, this open, he admitted that, but the elf woman seemed to have a friendly aura about her, letting, “Don’t know if you’ll believe this, but I died a human, waking up in this body.” There wasn’t any doubt in his mind if she told him he was nuts, the way the man told her made sure she would think that, dragging him into a pit.

Sitting there, listening to this elf’s story, parts of which Skya didn’t what to believe since he could be lying to her. Yet, looking at the man, the navy blue haired princess’s intuition came into play, having her think about the old stories her mother told, causing, “You mean, the gods didn’t think it was your time yet?” It must mean your fate has yet to be written.” carefully drained from the female elf’s lips as she studied his eyes, noting any deception. Oh, what she said didn’t mean she bought it completely, Skya knew Draven could be part of the same dark elves her father and her kingdom were trying to stop, but when she saw his eyes, some truth to his tail seemed possible, drawing her curiosity out.

He didn’t know if the princess believed him or not, back in the old days of being human, reading women wasn’t something he did well, a fact Draven admitted with no hesitation. Still, it seemed like weights were lifted from him after he told Skya what he could, but what she said about fate and all made him think. Though not ready to accept that the gods had a design for him like the elf woman suggested, because god had little meaning in his life, and if he did put him there, it might have been a joke, but it did make him ponder the possibility that the man hadn’t yet fulfilled what fate had in store, making him nod.

She didn’t know why, but as she sat with him and heard more of his story, some part of the elf wanted to know more about him, how he passed on in his world for one, but everything in Skya told her not to ask. How Draven fought intrigued her however, letting, “I’ve never seen use of a style that uses the blade and empty handed attacks like yours, where did you learn it?” flowed from the elf woman kindly as she ate the fish he handed her awhile ago. True, he could’ve learned the art from the Izurian people, that much she admitted, but now that she knew Draven was once human from another realm, it stood out he might’ve trained in it before, letting Skya just listen.

“My my, this princess is sure after something.” rang through Draven’s head, raising flags, begging the man to question why she asked, although while looking at her, that feeling that attracted him to her started kicking in, quelling the question. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he found her hot or easy to talk with, but, “I’ve learned the style when I was human, but added a few things, like the drawing and sheathing between techniques to make it my own.” fell from the dark elf’s lips, watching the princess. To him, it felt as if Skya was asking these things as a way to test him for something, a feeling peaking his interest and letting, “I mean no disrespect princess, but I can see you have something on your mind, so why not just ask?” leave his lips.

Looking away, as if his statement offended her, the young elf wanted to counter him with attitude, every piece of her will demanded it, yet, “How can I tell him he could be my match?” went through Skya’s mind, having her struggle. Oh, she knew she wanted to test the man to see if he could match her with a blade, there wasn’t little question of that, but perhaps the man’s features bewitched her, because the way to explain herself left her, leaving the navy blue haired princess at a loss. Sitting the trying to find a way to explain herself, an overwhelming need to just leave washed over her, making the elf woman stand, but some force, be it longing to find the man that was her equal in battle and bed held her there, forcing a sigh from her before, “I have this dream of finding a man who’s my equal in bed and battle. After seeing how you are, I feel you’re the one I’ve searched for.” spilled from her lips kind of weakly.

While listening to the elf princess’s words, Draven didn’t deny the fact that thoughts of them being together didn’t visit him after helping her out, only a fool would say it didn’t. Still though, even if they did battle to find out they were “FATED” to be, it would be hard due to him being a dark elf, a fact that made, “The fates are a bitch!” exit his mouth in an angry mumble. He knew and had every right to be pissed at who or whatever placed him in that body, not to mention in a war where the man could only keep moving to avoid getting involved with it, two good reasons for what was about to flood out. And yet, as the words gathered on his tongue, it hit him that a forbidden love might be fun, but more than that, the thought crossed that the two could end this war, something making Draven smile.

Skya could only guess what made him smile like that, but in someway, the elf woman took it like he accepted her challenge, having the navy blue haired princess return the gesture. Standing, getting ready to go back to the castle, “Tomorrow then?” flowed out kindly as she looked at Draven while fixing her sword’s sheathe between the waste wrap, hoping her excitement wasn’t bleeding through. Before jumping to a tree branch, the elf princess looked at the man that seemed to be the one she longed for and smiled, anticipation for what might blossom after her test for him growing within her heart.

After watching Skya disappear through the trees, Draven couldn’t help but wonder of she was the one he heard a voice beckon him to seek, having the dark elf toss the subject about in his head. “She is good with a blade and a hot number too, so maybe?” he stated in a semi serious but playful tone, not trying to avoid the fact that her parents may try to keep her from him since he is in “that” body. Oh, though he joked about sex and the fact that a forbidden romance with her would be fun, Draven had respect for Skya, getting him to plan on how to attempt winning over her parents, a task the man knew wouldn’t be easy.

Getting in her bedchamber window, Skya’s eyes fell upon her mother, a look of wonderment on the older elf’s face. “By your look daughter, it seems like the man you spoke of accepted your challenge?” her mother asked softly, a curious ring echoed in her voice, knowing it wasn’t unlikely. With a flick of a hand two cups filled with a sort of tea appeared on the worn oak table as she added, “Come, have some with me and tell me about him. After all, I’m covering for you with your father.” came out kindly, but had a way of not letting Skya forget she owed her mother.

The navy blue haired princess knew she had to tell her mom something about Draven, of that she couldn’t avoid, compelling Skya to sit. Every piece of her screamed not to say he was a dark elf, that would kill any possibility of a future with him, having her pick her words carefully. Hoping she wouldn’t say the wrong thing, Skya took a breath before she said, “Mother I think he IS the one. I mean he’s kind, attractive and how he fights, using his sword but also his feet in concert with his hands amazed me.” with a sort of passion in her voice as she told about him. As she took a sip of the tea, the princess could tell by her mother’s expression that she might’ve said a bit too much, a fact worrying the young elf.

As she suspected, her daughter was in a fight and this man, whoever he may be aided her, one thing giving the older elf peace while sipping the liquid. “I see, my little one.” This man does sound like your equal, but by the fairies, I want to meet the man who helped you.” Skya’s mother said in a half order but stern tone, trying to stress the fact that she risked too much nowadays. She knew her daughter could tell the risks she took pushed the boundaries she set, the look on the princess’s face wasn’t hard to read. And yet, that same look said she wasn’t done pressing her luck, making Skya’s mother throw her hands up as she said, “Just be careful, and I hope you do settle down after you and this man get together!” in an ordering tone, letting Skya know she wouldn’t take games much longer.

Every word she heard her mom say acted like a whip of sorts, taming the navy blue haired princess, making her hang her head as she said, “I understand, sorry mother.” in a mumble, a kind of sorrow around the reply, knowing she reached a line with her elder, one she dare not cross. It couldn’t be denied how her mother’s strong words made her feel, how Skya slowly stood and took a bow before taking her sword sheathe from her side, putting it next to the bed spoke to that. After watching her mother leave the room, her words still rang in the princess’s pointed ears, trying to get her to understand the dangerous game she was in, but Skya knew the rules, knowledge making her sigh while getting in bed.

Laying in bed, thoughts of the man who amazed her still ran wild in her mind, making Skya look forward to testing him. “After he and I battle, I’ll settle down, maybe more.” she said in a whisper, a trail of what could be lust on the edge of it, letting a smirk creep to her face. Though she bent the rules her parents set, Skya followed most of them, other than picking a prince to wed, but the way Draven made her heart skip a beat, every fiber in the elf made her want to let him take her after their duel, a want the navy blue haired elf knew was forbidden.

Personal Blog For Aug. 2017

Didn’t mean to go MIA for months, only to drop in every once in a while, but the heat be zapping me. Well that and stress, which will be touched on, so let me begin.

 

Though a fan that is now in my room helps some, my whacked out body temp still gets hot in this weather, having me not willing to do much. It is annoying as sin, but lately I’ve found the spirit to write. Most days I REALLY dig in & do serious keyboard damage, writing, (two pieces I’ll share later today). While adding to open work, a few ideas for new stories came to mind, but I’m attempting to close open stories before starting new ones.

 

 

In other news. You see from the Tekken matches above that I’ve gotten better at the game, hell after those two, I was bold enough to try getting to the first dan in rank, which I have zero idea how, but my Xiaoyu is now 1st dan. Was trying blocking so much of the opponent’s horse sh”t that when I won, I was like, “Uh how?” However, as of late, players have made me not wanna touch Tekken 7, having me take a break from it. Yes, it is very competitive, I know this fact, but  lately its been nothing but “Only do three of for moves” spammy fools.

 

Now to the puppy, which stresses my ass out. I explained how he barks and growls at me when I go to make coffee, while last week, it got worse. Came out, he went for my foot, having his mouth around it, ready to bite. I kicked the dog off, ready to ram his back leg. One does wonder what my nephew teaches it, hmm?

 

Great news: I do believe an artist has been found to draw two of my characters Actually she follows this blog and after reading her update on drawing human faces and seeing the improvement, I approached her. While talking, she explained a few things, which I’m fine with. So when I quit sitting on my good hand, (joke joke), I’ll post Aki and Skya’s pics for her to give her an idea to draw from. 🙂

Was The First Productive Day I’ve Had In A LONG While

You might’ve noted that I’ve added less in the way of Facebook activity and blogs in a long while & I’m really sorry, but heat and other crud, most days have me up but not wanting to do much. 😦 However as I sat with the Steam client open after getting my butt killed by Tekken 7 idiot spammers, a fire lit inside, getting me to write! So after a cup of coffee, (with no sugar, blah), an old old story was added to.

 

Before showing though, let me be clear this story began long before I added her to my lady friend’s and my role play and the story DOES NOT have the rp in it. With that said, here is Skya’s yet unfinished piece. Please share feedback with me thanks! 🙂

 

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A Princess’s Forbidden Desire

Skya and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!


As a twenty year old elf princess with navy blue hair bathed in a pond near her forest kingdom, words of her mother and father started ringing in ears, telling her not to go too far, and she needed to pick a prince from one of the other kingdoms to wed. While getting her hair wet, ready to be washed, Skya didn’t hide the fact that their warning and the “Pick a prince” speech bothered her, the sigh crossing her lips proved it did. About the warning, she admitted creatures like goblins and such lurked in the shadows, Skya killed a few herself before, feats that only sharpened her sword skills, but to picking a husband, the idea chilled her to her core.

Finishing up, getting herself dry and dressing in the low cut pink kimono that showed a good bit of cleavage, something that her parents frowned upon, the thought of marriage still went through the elf woman’s head, making Skya cringe. Oh, it wasn’t the concept that made her feel sick, she wanted a man, children, everything marriage offered, what made the bad taste in her mouth to start was the fact that all elven males of royal blood seemed too much like weak children, hiding behind their money, afraid to fight, a trait which turned her off. Fixing her hair bow and white boots, tying the laces, a sigh of longing dropped from Skya’s mouth because she felt as if a man she could call hers had to be out there waiting, but she didn’t know how to find him.

Putting her sword between her kimono and the waste wrap, securing it, a noise that sounded like a tree twig snapping caught her attention, having the elf jump on a tree branch, her sword ready. While looking around finding nothing but night, it wasn’t lost on her that the trees spirits felt the slightest changes in their homes, a fact making Skya put a hand on the tree as she began chanting a spell that would bring the spirits out, After a few moments of speaking the words, light green started glowing around the elf woman’s hand and the tree trunk, having Skya shut her eyes.

Every piece of her being told her this wasn’t the time to lose a sense, especially if an enemy was in the darkness, something she already knew, but Skya had to focus on what the spirits said, meaning she needed to close an ability. With her eyes close, the path to the spirits that call the trees homes began appearing, letting them come to her, whispering in the elf princess’s ear. As she listened to them, it couldn’t be denied Skya felt an uneasy feeling growing within her, as if something had her dead in its sight, burning a hole through her, causing the elf’s eyes to burst open and jump away from the tree as a creature came after her.

Though she knew this wasn’t the time for jokes, “How dare you interrupt my conversion with my friends!” bled from her mouth playfully while drawing her sword. Skya wasn’t a fool when it came to fighting, she felt like there were more creatures in the shadows, waiting, but soon, more dark elves, goblins and whatever being the underworld rejected came out, surrounding her. True, Skya knew her skills with the sword were almost unmatched, something she took great pride in, but perhaps even she had to admit there might be too many for her, an omission unbecoming of her.

Looking at the elf woman’s body, it couldn’t be said some of the dark elves wanted to rape her after capturing her, the way they licked their lips said it all. Everyone of them knew the dark elves and those who rule the eight tree kingdoms of the land were at war, it went without saying, but to catch a prize like the princess before them and use whatever to seduce her so they could defile the heir to a kingdom, possibly get her with child appealed to them, having them smirk. While most of the older soldiers held back, forming attack strategies, the thoughts of fucking Skya whirled around the younger troops, pressing them to attack her, a move that had her kill them easily. It went without saying the rest of the group came after the elf, having her fight for her life, a fight worrying her, but while the soldiers and monsters got a few good licks in, nobody saw about twenty of them be killed, beheaded by an unknown force, making the battle freeze.

“My gods, sixty against one, can we say unfair?” echoed from the darkness, bouncing off the trees, confusing the dark elves, even the princess. While all tried to figure out where and who this was, mumbling began among the solders, but a dark elf with redish hair came out of the shadows, holding a sword that Skya hasn’t seen before, but she didn’t know if he was friend or foe, having her ready her blade. The man’s features told the dark elves he was one of them, making the leader try to ask him to help them capture her, but before he finished, the stranger appeared behind him, wiping the crimson from the sword as the head elf’s head fell to the ground. After their leader’s body dropped, it took little to deduce this man had no sense of loyalty, at least in their minds, calling their force to attack.

Standing there, the navy blue haired princess watched the man battle his own kind like a demon, still unsure what to make of him. Skya could cast a spell to read his mind, that she knew, but watching the man, there was something about how he fought that drew her in. As the fight went on, it amazed the young elf woman the way he handled his sword, drawing and sheathing it, but using his hands and feet as well, leading her to the conclusion he must’ve studied in Izura, which would make sense. Perhaps her naive nature had a part in it, but Skya admitted this guy would be a perfect mate for her, if he wasn’t the enemy. Yet, though she couldn’t explain it, she felt something with him, like he had a human way about him, making her curious.

Seeing the last dark elf fall, the stranger flicked his sword, clearing it of blood before sheathing it. Walking off, his eye caught Skya’s beauty in what little of the kimono she had left, having a wolf whistle leave his lips, making her turn away, but, “You best go home princess, before more show up.” follow semi kindly. Thinking about what that leader asked made him ill, the way his fist hit a tree gave proof to it, letting, “Why can’t I just go my own way, why pick sides here?” enter his thoughts as he sat by a campfire and started to take apart his sword, cleaning it. Since waking up in that body, a joke god or fate played on him, people always ask him to take a side, getting him sick. He wasn’t blind to the fact there was a war going on, evidence of that fact was everywhere, even so, the man wanted no part in it, having him keep a low profile.

As he continued caring for his blade, thoughts of his past and the goddess or whatever that flooded him, making the elf want to curse. He remembered its words, that he’d find a woman and happiness there, but even so, it couldn’t be denied that the concept of reincarnation had no meaning to him, having a laugh begging to get out. Sure, it couldn’t be denied that he saw a light before waking up days earlier then finding himself there, but he wasn’t ready to call it divine, the word wasn’t the one on his tongue. And yet, no other explanation fit, leaving a blank in his mind, having a piece of the man open.

Jumping through the trees, trying to get home before her mother and father knew she went against them, though parts of the elf princess felt they guessed, her thoughts went back to the fight and the stranger who aided her. Every fiber of Skya knew he was a dark elf, that couldn’t be denied, but, “If he’s an enemy, why did he kill the commander?” spilled from her lips, inviting more questions in. True, it might’ve been a ploy, she admitted it or a rogue within their ranks, causing her head to spin more.

As Skya got through her bedroom window of the castle, she began feeling eyes staring at her, freezing her in her tracks. “You went to the Black Forest again to bathe, didn’t you daughter?” a female asked from the corner, gazing at the princess. The queen knew Skya had a defiant streak, after all, she taught her to have a strong will, her mom admitted that, but to go into the forest beyond the boarders made the queen’s head spin. Approaching her daughter, little needed saying she found a fight, making her look Skya over, ensuring she wasn’t hurt, but, “You make us worry when you do these stunts, I hope once you pick a mate, you will settle down!” came tumbling out firmly but lovingly.

Hearing the same thing about marrying one of these weakling princes made the navy blue haired princess’s stomach turn, making, “Mother, I told you and father I’m not interested in those children! I mean, they’re too scared of swords, for fairy sake.” left Skya’s lips as she turned to mend her kimono with magic. What she hoped to find was a mate who seemed like her equal with a blade so she might test him, and if he could face her in a duel, the woman would pick him as her mate.

The queen didn’t deny her daughter’s observation, she agreed that almost half the princes seemed like weaklings who are too afraid to fight, a fact driving a sigh from the woman. Yet, tradition stood, meaning Skya had limited options, having, “Dear, I know you want a man who’s equal to you with a sword and in bed, but there are any. Besides tradition states that you have to pick a prince to wed soon…” left her mouth. While true, the elder elf would do anything for her daughter, even try to find a better mate for her, but there just weren’t any within the royal lines, bringing her to Skya and rub her shoulders.

Every part of her knew her mother spoke truth, though Skya admitted it, the truth was hard to except, letting a sigh pass her lips as the elf continued mending her garment. Life with one she didn’t love or view as an equal made her ill, having, “I should’ve let those soldiers capture me…” cross her mind in that moment of sadness, dragging her deeper into that pit, but she also knew that thought was just a reaction. Just then, images of the dark elf who came to her aid started coming to mind, lightening her sorrow, making Skya smile. Still, the man was a mystery and it couldn’t be ignored that he was a dark elf, but the things the female sensed from the man needed to be investigated, getting, “Mother, there might be an elf that could be a match, he helped me earlier, but I want to find out more, can you stall father?” out of the young navy blue haired elf, while turning to her mom.

“Who is this man of whom you speak?” left the older female lips in a concerned tone as her eyes locked on her daughter’s, trying to gauge if she was telling the truth. Oh, she wasn’t calling Skya a liar, far from it, but she was aware her spirited daughter had a way to get out of royal matters, making her examine the young elf’s words carefully. After what seemed like an eternity, though every piece of her mother could be heard fighting the choice, in the end, she wanted Skya to be happy, having, “Okay I’ll help you, BUT I wish to meet this man,” come out kindly, watching the princess walk to the window, leaving. It wasn’t a question that she feared for her daughter every time she saw her go on these treks, it went without saying, and yet, she did teach the elf to be her own person, giving her some piece of mind.

Making her way through the trees, it wasn’t lost on the young elf that she didn’t see which direction the dark elf walked off in, but some part told her that he had to have somewhere near the area she was attacked. She had no idea why she had that feeling, it just made sense, sending her towards the clearing. True, returning there might invite more enemies, a fact that Skya knew all too well, but the risk was hers to make if it meant seeing the stranger again, having the elf make her way through the trees. As she landed, images of him still had their say over Skya, drawing the navy blue haired princess in, but as she relived seeing the stranger, something more about his expression caught her, giving her the feeling she must find him.

Walking through the forest, trying to remember which direction he went, his expression stayed on the young elf woman’s mind, feeding the need to see him. Sure, it went without saying that Skya wanted to see the dark stranger’s fighting ability and cross swords with him as a way to test to see if he could be her one true mate, the woman already set her mind to that, but how he looked spoke to her. To her, it almost seemed like a great sadness rested upon him, as if the man had something taken from him, prompting something, perhaps a caring nature to surface and drive her forward. Continuing deeper into the area, flickers from a campfire called her attention, having her put her hand on her sword while slowly approaching, ready to draw if needed.

Sitting by the fire, cooking fish he just caught not long ago, his free hand went for his black wrapped Katana and started unsheathing it. Though he didn’t know how he knew, maybe his sharpened senses told him, but he knew the elf princess was in the brush behind him, triggering, “Thought you’d be back in your kingdom and not back here.”to fall from Draven’s lips while checking the night’s dinner. He didn’t deny wanting to see the woman who had barely anything on under that kimono of hers, who wouldn’t, he just thought Skya cared for her own safety rather than strolling in the same place she was attacked, but perhaps not, letting, “Well, it isn’t my concern, hungry? There’s enough fish.” to leave his lips kindly.

“How did he know I?” went through the young elf woman’s mind as she came out, watching him. She thought she was well hidden, able to observe him, she admitted that openly, leading the princess to believe the dark elf used a spell to locate her, having Skya approach with caution. She couldn’t deny being at a loss for words as she sat down, especially when he knew she was watching him, causing the elf to hesitate about taking the food. True, she knew he looked like a dark elf, a member of the race who wanted her as a captive, she knew that, but everything about him said otherwise, giving her the courage to say, “I didn’t thank you for helping me.” Skya knew other things could’ve been said, questions about him for instance, that seemed like the right thing to do.

As he picked up the stick with his dinner on it, it didn’t escape him that she thought the fish was poisoned or whatever, having, “I know I look like a dark elf, but if I was a soldier for them, why would I help you?” be posed, adding, “Besides, this war doesn’t concern me.” As he said that, there was little doubt in Draven’s mind any spy might say the same, leading him to just take a bite. Still, Skya looked as though questions were on her mind, a look that didn’t irritate him, just unsettle the man, making, “Why are you looking like that?” to leak from his lips, looking at the princess.

Perhaps images from before dictated it because, “You don’t act like a dark elf like I’ve encountered, more like a human.” leaped from her, a reply she wanted to take back due to it sounding blunt and that was hardly her way. Skya couldn’t describe how low that statement made her feel, making her want to disappear, a fact making the princess slowly stand and begin to leave, but he grabbed her hand, having the elf woman look at him strangely. Clearly her statement reflected badly on her, something she regret, she had more tact than that, yet, the way her savior looked, she could tell he had a story to tell, compelling the navy blue haired elf woman to sit.

“How can I explain this when I don’t undersrand how it happened?” went through his head as he looked at her, eyes asking her to sit. He knew if he said that he was human reborn as a dark elf it may give her the impression that something wasn’t right with him, a fact having Draven struggle to find the words. Though it felt like eternity, a feeling he couldn’t explain started coming over him, covering the man and making, “Princess, you are correct, I’m not really who you see.” bleed from his lips as he looked up into the sky, trying to find more words to follow. Draven wasn’t like this, this open, he admitted that, but the elf woman seemed to have a friendly aura about her, letting, “Don’t know if you’ll believe this, but I died a human, waking up in this body.” There wasn’t any doubt in his mind if she told him he was nuts, the way the man told her made sure she would think that, dragging him into a pit.

Sitting there, listening to this elf’s story, parts of which Skya didn’t what to believe since he could be lying to her. Yet, looking at the man, the navy blue haired princess’s intuition came into play, having her think about the old stories her mother told, causing, “You mean, the gods didn’t think it was your time yet?” It must mean your fate has yet to be written.” carefully drained from the female elf’s lips as she studied his eyes, noting any deception. Oh, what she said didn’t mean she bought it completely, Skya knew Draven could be part of the same dark elves her father and her kingdom were trying to stop, but when she saw his eyes, some truth to his tail seemed possible, drawing her curiosity out.

He didn’t know if the princess believed him or not, back in the old days of being human, reading women wasn’t something he did well, a fact Draven admitted with no hesitation. Still, it seemed like weights were lifted from him after he told Skya what he could, but what she said about fate and all made him think. Though not ready to accept that the gods had a design for him like the elf woman suggested, because god had little meaning in his life, and if he did put him there, it might have been a joke, but it did make him ponder the possibility that the man hadn’t yet fulfilled what fate had in store, making him nod.

She didn’t know why, but as she sat with him and heard more of his story, some part of the elf wanted to know more about him, how he passed on in his world for one, but everything in Skya told her not to ask. How Draven fought intrigued her however, letting, “I’ve never seen use of a style that uses the blade and empty handed attacks like yours, where did you learn it?” flowed from the elf woman kindly as she ate the fish he handed her awhile ago. True, he could’ve learned the art from the Izurian people, that much she admitted, but now that she knew Draven was once human from another realm, it stood out he might’ve trained in it before, letting Skya just listen.

“My my, this princess is sure after something.” rang through Draven’s head, raising flags, begging the man to question why she asked, although while looking at her, that feeling that attracted him to her started kicking in, quelling the question. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he found her hot or easy to talk with, but, “I’ve learned the style when I was human, but added a few things, like the drawing and sheathing between techniques to make it my own.” fell from the dark elf’s lips, watching the princess. To him, it felt as if Skya was asking these things as a way to test him for something, a feeling peaking his interest and letting, “I mean no disrespect princess, but I can see you have something on your mind, so why not just ask?” leave his lips.

Looking away, as if his statement offended her, the young elf wanted to counter him with attitude, every piece of her will demanded it, yet, “How can I tell him he could be my match?” went through Skya’s mind, having her struggle. Oh, she knew she wanted to test the man to see if he could match her with a blade, there wasn’t little question of that, but perhaps the man’s features bewitched her, because the way to explain herself left her, leaving the navy blue haired princess at a loss. Sitting the trying to find a way to explain herself, an overwhelming need to just leave washed over her, making the elf woman stand, but some force, be it longing to find the man that was her equal in battle and bed held her there, forcing a sigh from her before, “I have this dream of finding a man who’s my equal in bed and battle. After seeing how you are, I feel you’re the one I’ve searched for.” spilled from her lips kind of weakly.

While listening to the elf princess’s words, Draven didn’t deny the fact that thoughts of them being together didn’t visit him after helping her out, only a fool would say it didn’t. Still though, even if they did battle to find out they were “FATED” to be, it would be hard due to him being a dark elf, a fact that made, “The fates are a bitch!” exit his mouth in an angry mumble. He knew and had every right to be pissed at who or whatever placed him in that body, not to mention in a war where the man could only keep moving to avoid getting involved with it, two good reasons for what was about to flood out. And yet, as the words gathered on his tongue, it hit him that a forbidden love might be fun, but more than that, the thought crossed that the two could end this war, something making Draven smile.

Skya could only guess what made him smile like that, but in someway, the elf woman took it like he accepted her challenge, having the navy blue haired princess return the gesture. Standing, getting ready to go back to the castle, “Tomorrow then?” flowed out kindly as she looked at Draven while fixing her sword’s sheathe between the waste wrap, hoping her excitement wasn’t bleeding through. Before jumping to a tree branch, the elf princess looked at the man that seemed to be the one she longed for and smiled, anticipation for what might blossom after her test for him growing within her heart.

After watching Skya disappear through the trees, Draven couldn’t help but wonder of she was the one he heard a voice beckon him to seek, having the dark elf toss the subject about in his head. “She is good with a blade and a hot number too, so maybe?” he stated in a semi serious but playful tone, not trying to avoid the fact that her parents may try to keep her from him since he is in “that” body. Oh, though he joked about sex and the fact that a forbidden romance with her would be fun, Draven had respect for Skya, getting him to plan on how to attempt winning over her parents, a task the man knew wouldn’t be easy.

Getting in her bedchamber window, Skya’s eyes fell upon her mother, a look of wonderment on the older elf’s face. “By your look daughter, it seems like the man you spoke of accepted your challenge?” her mother asked softly, a curious ring echoed in her voice, knowing it wasn’t unlikely. With a flick of a hand two cups filled with a sort of tea appeared on the worn oak table as she added, “Come, have some with me and tell me about him. After all, I’m covering for you with your father.” came out kindly, but had a way of not letting Skya forget she owed her mother.

The navy blue haired princess knew she had to tell her mom something about Draven, of that she couldn’t avoid, compelling Skya to sit. Every piece of her screamed not to say he was a dark elf, that would kill any possibility of a future with him, having her pick her words carefully. Hoping she wouldn’t say the wrong thing, Skya took a breath before she said, “Mother I think he IS the one. I mean he’s kind, attractive and how he fights, using his sword but also his feet in concert with his hands amazed me.” with a sort of passion in her voice as she told about him. As she took a sip of the tea, the princess could tell by her mother’s expression that she might’ve said a bit too much, a fact worrying the young elf.

As she suspected, her daughter was in a fight and this man, whoever he may be aided her, one thing giving the older elf peace while sipping the liquid. “I see, my little one.” This man does sound like your equal, but by the fairies, I want to meet the man who helped you.” Skya’s mother said in a half order half corned tone, trying to stress the fact that she risked too much nowadays

Personal Blog For June 1st 2017

Once again sorry for going off grid for days/weeks, but health issues got in the way. I’ll be happy when my coffee gets ordered this weekend, hopefully it helps keep me from getting backed up.

 

Anyway, on with the post, & I’ll get the crappy part out the way first. After some odd months, my nephew in his dimwitted wisdom let his stupid ex girlfriend move back here. Yes, the woman who was wanting her own place, her own life, money but stayed with her mommy this whole time IS HERE! I voiced my opinion, telling him that he was a stupid moron for letting her back here because it has already started to decay into fights, but not my problem.

 

Before feeling muddy, so many words a day were being written & my stories were nicely constructed. Tomorrow, my plan is to write more & try finishing one I’ve been working.

 

As for the Elfen Lied review, I am trying to get that rewatched, believe me. Wish there were more than 24hrs. in a day.

 

Finally, in a few weeks, some Tekken 7 matches and training content will be going up. When the game’s bought, I’d like to train some and do arcade stuff before getting destroyed online, but I’ve recorded another game while the gut hurt to see how the quality was before I streamed and stuff. Look below and drop your thoughts. 🙂

 

Human Synda

Today after getting up & having lunch, I grabbed my flashdrive from my tower and stuck into the ps3 Wanting to get the pic of Synda’s human self to post for you all, SC5 was started and while I had her human form’s kimono Pink with white, it is now white with deep blue clouds.

 

Synda (Human)

Though she’s complete, I may put her in heels or something, not sure. And yes, it looks like I just do basic ladies with no earrings etc. but too much accessories makes em look eww. But with that said, what do you think?