Captive HeartThe wind blew bitterly through the trees of the forest, raising a chorus of rustling leaves and panicked animal calls as the creatures that inhabited the land fled to their shelters. The clouds were a threatening dark curtain, blocking out the thin crescent moon and any light it might have been lending to the world below. The freezing air was charged with energy, foreshadowing the ferocity of the coming storm. Here in Caleph, the winter storms were few, but they were usually the most violent of the year, leaving a desolate trail of destruction in its wake. This was no exception.
A heavy rain fell from the oppressive clouds, raising rivers and creating floods in the streets in and around the city. The buildings shuddered in the damaging wind and their peaks were struck multiple times by frequent abnormally blue lightning. The storm was possessed, a true embodiment of the wrath of the gods.
At the very edge of the land of Caleph, along the border with the frigid country of Shivanu, a bui
Maya HazenriName: Maya Hazenri
Quote: "Writers write because more often then not the world they create is much friendlier then the world they live in."
Appearance: Maya is tall and willowy, standing at a lofty height of 6'4" with long limbs and ample curves. Her hair falls in a black curtain to her thighs when it is all the way down, but she usually holds it back with a silver clasp just below her shoulder blades that is in the shape of a Celtic knot. She allows a few of the longer strands to fall into her dark green eyes, which are also shadowed by her side swept bangs. Her clothing if often thought of as eccentric among locals and travelers both, and she seems to have a new one almost everyday. She has fallen into the habit of wearing long robes with wide, flowing sleeves more recently.
Personality: Maya always seems to have energy, almost as if she has a store of it hidden somewhere. She is rarely seen standing in one place at a time, unless she is watching someone perform so
2. LoveWanna see who you are,
Every inch, every scar.
I loved her. That much was certain. Nothing could dispute how much I yearned to have her. Her grace, her beauty, her kindness. I yearned to possess her. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone, yet I was forced to watch her from a distance, of sorts. We had been friends for two years, forced together in class to escape from the insanity that were the other students. Art class was wild and unpredictable, and only our table was an island of calm. Our bond grew from that necessary friendship, but never really evolved into love. Well, not for her. I however, was trapped.
From your head to your toes,
I would be there.
From your bed to your clothes,
I'm in the air.
At that point, my secret was still new. I had only just discovered it. It was like a bruise, painful to the touch, and yet the urge to touch it was impossible to resist. I dove into it and explored the new paths that it opened for me. With its realization, a weight was li
The Vandaas VIChapter Six: Femme
Naturally, Colette followed. She was under Fionnbharra's complete control. Iriel ran until she hit a dead end, her mind spinning. She tried to find a way, any way, to counteract the hold that the King had on Colette's mind. But all she could grasp was the undeniable fact that there was no way to do it. The spell was one of her own, and she knew it like the back of her hand. The thought of trying to use Rhiannon's power came fleetingly into her mind, but she knew that would be too dangerous. She didn't know yet how to use them, and there was always the possibility that it wouldn't even work.
In front of her was a high cliff that spilled over into a field of flat rocks, and everything else in the surrounding area was dense forest, save for the road that she had followed to get here. And Colette blocked that exit. Her eyes were still dull, and practically dead to the world, but they locked onto Iriel. Her target.
Why the King had turned on her was a mystery. But the fac