Stillwhisper Pond -- Soaring Hope (Zin/Mikael extra short write)

Zinta stood still at the edge of the pond, her toes inches from the water. She stared with a hollow ache in her chest, her eyes misting over.  They brimmed with tears, quiet drops of fire from the sky. They burned as they rolled down her skin, her fluttering heart knowing nothing to do with itself. Nearby, Mikael looked on with concern.

"My parents took me here every year," she whispered, her breath catching in a sob. "We always wished for happiness, and time together…" She turned on her heel, her rose-colored curls swaying gently behind her. "Do you think they knew? Do you think they knew what would happen?"

"Zinta…" Mikael mouthed. He thought to comfort her, but his words were not poetic enough to raise to her for approval. He cast his eyes aside briefly, his dark hair framing a perfect view of the great wall surrounding the city at dusk. He looked back to Zinta. Her eyes sparkled in the dimming light, her lips full and quivering.

He smiled gently. “I think they knew they loved you so much that not even forever would be enough.”

Broken hope gazed up at him, the pieces slowly melding together on a level far, far beneath what open eyes could percieve. He stepped towards her, his armored hands opening to envelope her. She fell into him, and his arms closed softly around her back. His lips crossed her forehead, murmuring gently over soft whimpers.

"They loved you, Zin," he said gently, stroking her hair, "as do I."

That awkward moment...

When you are playing wow an thinking about doctor who then you whisper your roommate but it ends up in party chat and someone asks you what you’re talking about and you forget. Then you’re like fuck I don’t remember now. It’s three in the morning I’m totally not with it. Good thing I’m not tanking. But wait my pally is specced tankadin and heals for reals and if I’m not tanking or healing then I’m just standing here and why am I just standing here. Then you realize it was a dream.

Hate when that happens :(

Character Carving Night 2 -- Orihalcyon, Light of Dawn

Orihalcyon was created on an impulse.  He was to be the irresponsible, but funny, tank who would lead my main character (a healer) into battle.  He was supposed to pull the typical impatient leader thing, rushing ahead and complaining when Emrinn needed to stop and rest.  He was going to constantly chide his pal, Tarien, that he wasn’t pulling his weight.  It was a tongue-in-cheek nod to the most common group of players I found in WoW, me playing the part of the merciful healer who would work hard to keep everyone alive even when they deserved to take a faceful of smash.

As the story progressed, I started to think I’d made a mistake.  I admit, I have a poor grasp of the character beyond the generic description above.  That’s what this post is aimed to fix — my opinion of Orihalcyon, realizing what I can do with him, and discovering who he really is.  

We all have some degree of control over our characters, but I feel it’s best to let them bloom into who and what they really want to be.  There is a way to channel them; to take on their personality, and really listen to their voice.  

If Orihalcyon is to become the character he was meant to be, I’m going to have to listen to him.

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Biography -- Kain the Reaver

Who doesn’t love a swashbuckling rogue?

I’ve got my own, hand-picked out of all the possibilities my imagination could have thrown at me.  It’s been a pleasure watching him evolve.  I’ve put so much work into mastering his behavior and expressions that coming up with reasons, background, reactions, all of that—it comes easily.  It’s never any problem at all…except maybe when he has a tough decision to make.  He’s not so good at that.

Let me start off by saying that Kain has two incarnations, with a possible third if I choose to include him in my post-apocalyptic story.  For now, I’ll just talk about the first two, which are definitely the most important.


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