Where Elvish Blood Sings: The Quest.

[Noon_Shadow]

He nods, watching her, listening politely, thinking to himself as she talks. Noon studies her face, and then smiles to himself as she finishes. He leans up to next to her, giving her a loving kiss on the cheek.

Perhaps it's a case of analysis paralysis, then. I know the feeling. I often end up repeating myself a lot, using the same phrases, even setting up scenes too often that are similar.

I don't think you need to worry about your writing, though. It's always felt very natural coming from you, and I've always known that you were more focused on the immediate enjoyment than the writing, and I think it's a strength, rather than a weakness. You're a very sexy woman, and a beautiful writer, regardless. You don't need to worry about being a crowd pleaser-though, knowing you, I bet you enjoy the thought just a little bit. He grins as he slides down into a seat.

Anyway, I still like seeing you around. You've always been exceptionally fun for me to talk to, and flirt with, regardless whether it goes further than that.
Feel free to send me a PM anytime, and about any topic. I'm not a bad conversationalist.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He nods, watching her, listening politely, thinking to himself as she talks. Noon studies her face, and then smiles to himself as she finishes. He leans up to next to her, giving her a loving kiss on the cheek.

Perhaps it's a case of analysis paralysis, then. I know the feeling. I often end up repeating myself a lot, using the same phrases, even setting up scenes too often that are similar.

I don't think you need to worry about your writing, though. It's always felt very natural coming from you, and I've always known that you were more focused on the immediate enjoyment than the writing, and I think it's a strength, rather than a weakness. You're a very sexy woman, and a beautiful writer, regardless. You don't need to worry about being a crowd pleaser-though, knowing you, I bet you enjoy the thought just a little bit. He grins as he slides down into a seat.

Anyway, I still like seeing you around. You've always been exceptionally fun for me to talk to, and flirt with, regardless whether it goes further than that.
Feel free to send me a PM anytime, and about any topic. I'm not a bad conversationalist.

You know me a little too well, Noon.

But it messes with my head a little when I not only get PMs requesting scenes with the messenger, but also have people recommending me to role play scenes with others in posts on the board because they enjoy reading it. I'm very flattered, but it makes me feel like there is a lot of pressure on and everyone is watching. It takes away from the Zen-like word flow that happens when I can get caught up in the moment.

I never have planned or outlined what to write or how to write it in my stories or my scene responses. I just put myself in the moment or the situation and write what flows. It's why I tend to make mistakes in typing when I do that in the immediacy of chat as I get more and more excited for real. I get caught up in the scene, as you know, and my excitement is real, raw, sexual excitement, not just a creative writing exercise. Now I feel like that is harder for me right now. It's like 'I'm aware of myself being myself', to borrow a concept from the existentialists.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He nods at her, grinning, giving her a wink. Well, I suspect it will pass. But I'm glad to know that others have given you the notoriety you deserve. I mean, it makes me happy for you that people have let you know how they enjoy reading you. You deserve some positive attention, beautiful.

He leans over to kiss her.

Still, sometime, I feel as though I owe you a rendezvous. And it can be in private, if you want to be yourself. He grins as he gives her shoulder a squeeze

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He nods at her, grinning, giving her a wink. Well, I suspect it will pass. But I'm glad to know that others have given you the notoriety you deserve. I mean, it makes me happy for you that people have let you know how they enjoy reading you. You deserve some positive attention, beautiful.

He leans over to kiss her.

Still, sometime, I feel as though I owe you a rendezvous. And it can be in private, if you want to be yourself. He grins as he gives her shoulder a squeeze

*Tilting my head slightly to receive the kiss, and leaning into his embrace, enjoying his strong arms around me, I whisper,* A rendezvous with you sometime soon sounds like a very sexy idea! Maybe we'll sell tickets for interested observers. But for tonight, I'll bid you a very fond 'good night'. The alarm goes off way too early in the morning for comfort."

*Kissing him slow and tenderly, breaking with a wistful sigh, I know my dreams will be sexy tonight.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Just get through this, Candace.

He's gone. You're still here.

For how much longer? There must be a reason. Something I still have to do. People I still have to help. Lives to touch in some way....




God, I miss him though.

We were supposed to be together, have a life. Not even two years. It wasn't enough.






Still here.












Just survive. Get through it. Stop bleeding your feelings all over the world.










Who cares anyway.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Candace,

You are here for a reason. You will continue to touch the lives of those around you, in profound ways, whether you realize it or not.

If you are bleeding your feelings, then may they leave a crimson stain in the pattern of your pain and heart and strength. And may the world see that though you struggle through this, you are still here.

Who cares? I may have never met you face to face, but reading your words gives insight into the person behind the screen. And so, if you have to ask, know that at the very least, the very slightest thing I can offer to you is this:

I care.

 

[Sasha25]

You have touched my life and graced me with your friendship. I care. I cannot say any better than that.

You are strong. Always remember that.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Candace,

You are here for a reason. You will continue to touch the lives of those around you, in profound ways, whether you realize it or not.

If you are bleeding your feelings, then may they leave a crimson stain in the pattern of your pain and heart and strength. And may the world see that though you struggle through this, you are still here.

Who cares? I may have never met you face to face, but reading your words gives insight into the person behind the screen. And so, if you have to ask, know that at the very least, the very slightest thing I can offer to you is this:

I care.

Fr33k, you've been a caring friend to me many times here. And I want you to know I appreciate it so very much. Your words are like poetry, so beautiful!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

You have touched my life and graced me with your friendship. I care. I cannot say any better than that.

You are strong. Always remember that.

Oh, Sasha, my sweet babygirl, if ever I doubt your caring, it will be the day I no longer deserve to have you as my friend. You mean so much to me, and I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you here.

I know I'll get through this time. It's just that some days get me down more than others. The anniversary of his passing isn't even here yet, not for another few days. But I dreamed about him last night, and it hurt so much to wake up and realize it wasn't real.

 

[Fish_Tales]

I'm not even as close to being as eloquent as some of the replies you have received. We've touched on it and no need to discuss it here. Loss is loss, there is no way around it. You can't get it back, you can't fix it. You just keep doing what it is you're meant to do. I have no idea what you're meant to do, but from what I can see, what you do now, you do it well.

I can't fix it or make it go away. Wish I could - shit - if I could, then....

But what I can do, is listen and say "I understand." It might not make it go away and it might not make it feel better, but it will mean you're not alone.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I'm not even as close to being as eloquent as some of the replies you have received. We've touched on it and no need to discuss it here. Loss is loss, there is no way around it. You can't get it back, you can't fix it. You just keep doing what it is you're meant to do. I have no idea what you're meant to do, but from what I can see, what you do now, you do it well.

I can't fix it or make it go away. Wish I could - shit - if I could, then....

But what I can do, is listen and say "I understand." It might not make it go away and it might not make it feel better, but it will mean you're not alone.

You're right, Fish. There's nothing for it but to keep on keepin' on. I guess that is what I was trying to tell myself. I'm still here, for whatever purpose. And as bad as I might want to be with him again, I cannot hasten that day. I just have to accomplish whatever I'm here to do, help whoever I can, and be the influence in other's life that they need whenever we meet. When I've done with my tasks here, I can go be with him again.

I really wasn't thinking that nobody cared about me as a person. Just that this is a sex board, not a support group. Nobody want's the hear about the pain people feel. It's not sexy.

Thank you for being a friend.

 

[fr33ks33k]

You're right, Fish. There's nothing for it but to keep on keepin' on. I guess that is what I was trying to tell myself. I'm still here, for whatever purpose. And as bad as I might want to be with him again, I cannot hasten that day. I just have to accomplish whatever I'm here to do, help whoever I can, and be the influence in other's life that they need whenever we meet. When I've done with my tasks here, I can go be with him again.

I really wasn't thinking that nobody cared about me as a person. Just that this is a sex board, not a support group. Nobody want's the hear about the pain people feel. It's not sexy.

Thank you for being a friend.

It's not a support group? Shit...here I thought I was getting help working through my addiction to writing smutty stories with a side of intrigue....

Seriously though, no matter where you are you'll find support. We might have come for the sex, but we tend to stay for the company, just like in the real world.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Just who is Annisthyrienne?

Just in case anyone ever wondered where my username came from, it's the name of a gaming character I played for years in an online chat based role play game based on a paper and pencil 'old school' gaming system called 'Arcanum'. It's similar to ADnD, for those of you who are familiar with that.

Anyhow, I thought I'd post Annisthyrienne's game stats here, for any fellow gamer geeks like me who might be interested.

Name: Annisthyrienne (Ahn- is- teery- ain) She goes by Thyri (Teery) for short.
Race: Half-Elven but she was raised among Elves and so considers herself to be Elvish with human blood, rather than the other way around.
Gender: Female
Profession: Healer
Level: 9th
Alignment: Good

Height: 5'-2"
Weight: 103 lbs.
Eye color: Violet
Hair Color: Auburn, usually worn loose to mid back, or in single or double braids
Age: 65 human years, but appears to be around 22 in biological maturity.

Strength: 11
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 12
Will: 14
Charisma: 16
Perception: 15
Appearance: 19
Luck: 13 (I know, right!)

Weapon proficiencies: While Thyri prefers never to cause injury to others as a Healer, she was taught the basic skill of handling certain weapons purely to be able to defend herself. Among these are: Short sword, Dagger, and Short bow. Like all elves, she is skilled in archery, though she pursues it as a sport, not so much as a combat skill. Still, if she has to use it as such, she can be formidable.

Personality traits: Optimistic, loyal, playful, mischievous, positive, loving, merciful, kind.

Special Abilities: One of the most basic of her special abilities is an Empathy sense that allows her to 'feel' what her patients feel, both physically and emotionally. This allows her to excel as a healer, and allows her to be understanding of the feelings that motivate those she deals with.

Thyri's healing abilities have grown to be legendary. Many of the simple villagers in her home kingdom now even whisper rumors that she is a goddess, though she vigorously denies this. In part, the reason for her unually powerful abilities is because her mother (Also a renowned healer) died when Thyri was barely at novice apprentice level in her healing skills.

From then on, Thyri was on her own to learn to use her abilities. Instead of learning to draw on the mystical energy of mana to perform her healing, she instead draws on her own life force to accomplish the same effects. This has the result of leaving her exhausted and forcing her to rest in a near coma-like state after exerting herself with very high level healing abilities.

She devoted herself to the Goddess of Fertility, whose physical avatar was born to Thyri's best friend and sometimes lover, the shape-shifter woman, Tetyanna. Thyri pledged herself as a devoted follower and servant of Maia even when she was a baby. In return, Maia blessed Thyri with special abilities to address fertility/virility issues in males and females. She was granted the power from her Goddess to instill pregnancy even in barren women without the seed of a male. It was yet another reason the simple villagers saw her as a divine miracle worker, and spread the rumors that she was really a goddess.

(Perhaps a personal history will follow, if I can write up four years of adventures in a reasonably short synopsis.)

 

[Cheska]

That is a cool Elf ya got there.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

That is a cool Elf ya got there.

Thanks, Cheska. I still think we'd make a good team sometime.

In reading over this, I realize I've so much more to add. So as soon as I finish the post I'm working on for a story, I'll add some personality notes.

 

[Cheska]

Thanks, Cheska. I still think we'd make a good team sometime.

In reading over this, I realize I've so much more to add. So as soon as I finish the post I'm working on for a story, I'll add some personality notes.

Cool, I posted Cheska to the front page of the House of Random.

Might add her stat block there as well.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*At last I return to the heart of the forest, to my own refuge, my place. Sitting before my fireplace with a small pot of tea before bedtime, I notice that my honey pot is empty. Whatever is a girl to do? Looks like I'll have to go a'honeying soon.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Put here because I want to remember it.

From Neale Donald Walsh:

'I was in a deep place of wondering why, up to that point, my life was not bringing me the happiness I was seeking, even though I was almost always doing work that I loved to do, being with significant others that I loved to be with, and enjoying a family that I loved to enjoy.

"What is wrong with me?" I asked God. "Why can't I be happy???"

"It's all very simple," God said. "You think your life is about you."

I wanted to know what God meant. What was God saying? Then I heard the six words that changed my life,

"Your life is not about you."

Then who, pray tell, is it about? I wanted to know.

"Your life is about everyone whose life you touch," God told me. "And it is about how you touch them. How you touch them determines how you experience your Self--and how you experience your Self determines how happy you are."

 

[ShireWolfe]

A new path

In the mysterious first morning hour, when the night has grown grey of hair and pale, when the world holds it's breath, and the morning is but a gilded line upon the horizon, with the mists of time itself coiling around the gnarled boles of ancient trees, a new path forms in the depth of the forest that the elven beauty calls her home, with sweet honeyed words beckoning the sweet creature to explore...

~Come, sweetest little songbird... come dance... come dance with me in the mist, under the moonlight... come join the dance of the huldra...~

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Waking early today, I bestir myself for an early morning visit to the waterfall for some wet fun. Surely a wet elf cannot get into any trouble, right?*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

In the mysterious first morning hour, when the night has grown grey of hair and pale, when the world holds it's breath, and the morning is but a gilded line upon the horizon, with the mists of time itself coiling around the gnarled boles of ancient trees, a new path forms in the depth of the forest that the elven beauty calls her home, with sweet honeyed words beckoning the sweet creature to explore...

~Come, sweetest little songbird... come dance... come dance with me in the mist, under the moonlight... come join the dance of the huldra...~

*Returning from the refreshing play in the waterfall and pool, carrying my clothes in a bundle under my arm, I'm surprised to find a pathway I've not explored yet. It seems a previously unknown part of the forest has chosen to reveal itself to me. And I feel a strange compulsion to follow the newly revealed trail, as if the forest or something dwelling there is calling me.

With an eager spirit of discovery, I set off down the new path, wondering where it will lead.*

 

[Sasha25]

*the sun peeks through the leaves, spraying gentle light onto the waterfall. A head peeks past a stately oak, seeing that the bubbling pool is unattended. A sweet giggle and a blur of pale skin, then a splash.

The girl with blonde hair, a friend of elf who inhabits these woods. The girl is mostly shy, and usually like to take a dip on when alone, or the elf herself is present. The water is rather cold, but refreshing for the early morning. After her dip, the girl exits the pool, dripping and shivering. A beam of light, as if called for, pierces the glade and instantly warms the girl.

A gift from the elf, as the elf sleeps, no doubt.

With a smile, the girl sits on the springy turf, and pulls a painting notebook and water colors as if from nowhere. A tribute to the elf. But not just an elf. More. The girl knows exactly what to paint. As the birds sing, and the glad truly comes to life, memories and feels guide the girls hand, creating a painting that reflects the elf.

Long moments later, satisfied with her work, the girl flings the finished painting into the air, letting the wind guide it to a spot. The painting comes to rest in the crook of a tree, low enough to be seen, high enough not to be touched.

Elf and centaur. Gentility, strength, caring, understand, beauty.

Needing to return to other places, the girl slips away, but blow a gentle kiss to be left to the elf when she returns*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Returning from my explorations of the hidden trail, I pass by my crystal pool, taking a moment to enjoy the rush of the waterfall, letting myself get lost in the sound. As my eyes roam over the scene, I spy the beautiful gift left for me. I carefully take the painting down from the tree, admiring the portrayal. As soon as I see the elf-centaur, I know who the painting is from. We share a common interest, and a beautiful story that touches this subject matter.

With a smile, I carefully roll up the painting and take it home to the FatherTree where it will adorn my walls and remind me of my sweet friend. Perhaps she will visit me and stay someday. My home is open to her, welcoming her always.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*At last I return to my home in the FatherTree seeking solace. It is a sad time of year for me. Lately I have been trying to distract myself by sharing publicly a story I have long enjoyed in private with my dearest friend, Sasha. The distraction had been keeping my mind off how much I mourn for my baby. The anniversary of her birth/death is coming soon, only about a week away. Every year I hope that it will be better this time; that I won't miss her so badly, that maybe I won't cry anymore.

I cried myself to sleep last night.

As I curl up in a tight ball on my bed, I try to shut down my thoughts. Or at least turn them to other subjects. Anything to avoid the hurt of that still raw wound. Wounded bodies heal. Wounded minds can heal with time. Does an injured soul ever stop hurting?

I will try to distract myself again with the story, but I wonder if anyone is even reading it. I have to go on believing they are, even if it turns out to be a false belief. I have to remember the true reason I am posting it. Distraction.

Perhaps it's time to just stay here in my little forest home, keeping to myself until I can be decent company to others again.*

 

[Niriate]

The white-grey furred wolf sniffed the air as the silent paws on the leaves tread through the underbrush. It could smell the magic in the air, different from the magic that was present at it's own part of the woods, yet it smelled friendly.

A part of the woods it had never been before, yet knew the way, as if being guided by an invisible hand. Nature works in many mysterious ways, the shapeshifter being just one example of that. One part wolf, one part human, all parts friend of the magical people.


As she travels, the stories of the glade form inside her mind. The sorrows, the joys and many other emotions that the occupant of the magic glade has had over the many months. She cannot help but feel deep sympathy for the Elf that she now knows that lives in the glade. Ears fold back as the wolf stops at a small hill that overlooks the nightly glade. Stars twinkle in the sky, a full moon graces the glade with radiant beams of light.

A long, deep howl penetrates to bright night, silencing the hoots of owls, buzzing of fireflies and the skittering of many nightly critter in the underbrush. It is a throatly, very baritone sound, filled with compassion, understanding and support.
The naked blonde sits down on the rock overlooking the glade as she repeats the howl again. Her shape shimmering in the moonlight, one moment wolf, the other human.

In a forest like this, nobody is ever alone. There is always a friend closeby.

Dearest Elfling,

There is not much I can say that has not been said by others. I just want you to know that there will ALWAYS be someone there for you, no matter what. I can fully understand your grief and wish you the very, very best.

If you ever need me, I'll be there.

Loving snuggles,
Niri.