Nitkia
06-06-2006, 07:20 AM
((Just thought I would give a quick introduction before I started this. This particular story spans two servers, and involves lots of our friends, so slightly complicated would be an understatement. Well after chatting in game with Caelyn she pointed me here, and I thought this would be a nice place to get all of our different parts in one place. Moonsyn, is on a different server so on TN she is known as Nitkia (because Moonsyn was taken). Did I say this was complicated? So, while we are working on getting everyone who is part of this onto TN I thought this might be a good way to introduce ourselves.))
Warning: Slight Adult Content
Stretching her hands above her head, and arching her back, Moonsyn knew without opening her eyes that she is alone. Not an unusual occurrence lately and she wouldn’t have given it a second thought, if it were not for the delightful soreness between her thighs. Slowly opening her eyes as she reaches over to the other side of the bed, only to fine it empty, but the sheets were still warm. Smiling, she finishes opening her eyes, knowing that she will see a little trinket, something he picked up on his last assignment. Blinking, Moonsyn tries to process what she is looking at.
“By Elune, what is this?” she asks the air. Gently picking it up she sighs at how soft the fabric is. Shaking out the fabric she sees that it is a dress, of some sort. Gasping as she realizes she can see the wall through the dress, Moonsyn felt her violet skin turn a shade or two darker. Running her hand over the intricate laces and the two buttons holding this dress closed, she smiles wickedly as she imagines her lover’s first look at her wearing this. How his cheeks will flush and his eyes will darken as he slowly looks at her from her hair down to her toes. Then he will suddenly seem to stop breathing as he stares at her. How she will blush under his gaze, yet feel very powerful that she and she alone could create such a reaction from him.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Moonsyn grins at the soft bruises marring the skin on her thighs. Grinning because Teres’ homecoming was worth some bruising and soreness, oh if there was one good reason for him to be gone so often it would be his homecomings.
Carefully placing the dress into her wardrobe, next to the few non-armor pieces of clothing she owned; Moonsyn glances to the floor at the little white puff of fur, winding itself around her legs. Not the larger cats of those who were called upon to be hunters, but the small housecats of the humans. This pure white kitten was yet another little token of his love for her, something to “keep you warm on the nights I can not be there.” Blushing again at the memory of that night, Moonsyn picks up Adena, softly cuddling the cat to her chest, rubbing her cheek against her fur as cats do.
Gently putting Adena on the bed Moonsyn quickly turns back to her wardrobe. “Time to start my day,” she said. Pulling a soft, silk shirt over her head, gasping as a button caught on her hair. With a slight frown she pulls her hair off the button, finishes pulling the shirt down before reaching for her brush. Quickly pulling the brush through her hair a few times, just to get the worse tangles out, she pulls her hair up into its normal ponytail. A sharp knock on her door, causes Moonsyn jumps, loosing her grip on her hair and the string she was trying to tie around it. “Who is it?” she asked, much sharper than she intended.
Warning: Slight Adult Content
Stretching her hands above her head, and arching her back, Moonsyn knew without opening her eyes that she is alone. Not an unusual occurrence lately and she wouldn’t have given it a second thought, if it were not for the delightful soreness between her thighs. Slowly opening her eyes as she reaches over to the other side of the bed, only to fine it empty, but the sheets were still warm. Smiling, she finishes opening her eyes, knowing that she will see a little trinket, something he picked up on his last assignment. Blinking, Moonsyn tries to process what she is looking at.
“By Elune, what is this?” she asks the air. Gently picking it up she sighs at how soft the fabric is. Shaking out the fabric she sees that it is a dress, of some sort. Gasping as she realizes she can see the wall through the dress, Moonsyn felt her violet skin turn a shade or two darker. Running her hand over the intricate laces and the two buttons holding this dress closed, she smiles wickedly as she imagines her lover’s first look at her wearing this. How his cheeks will flush and his eyes will darken as he slowly looks at her from her hair down to her toes. Then he will suddenly seem to stop breathing as he stares at her. How she will blush under his gaze, yet feel very powerful that she and she alone could create such a reaction from him.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Moonsyn grins at the soft bruises marring the skin on her thighs. Grinning because Teres’ homecoming was worth some bruising and soreness, oh if there was one good reason for him to be gone so often it would be his homecomings.
Carefully placing the dress into her wardrobe, next to the few non-armor pieces of clothing she owned; Moonsyn glances to the floor at the little white puff of fur, winding itself around her legs. Not the larger cats of those who were called upon to be hunters, but the small housecats of the humans. This pure white kitten was yet another little token of his love for her, something to “keep you warm on the nights I can not be there.” Blushing again at the memory of that night, Moonsyn picks up Adena, softly cuddling the cat to her chest, rubbing her cheek against her fur as cats do.
Gently putting Adena on the bed Moonsyn quickly turns back to her wardrobe. “Time to start my day,” she said. Pulling a soft, silk shirt over her head, gasping as a button caught on her hair. With a slight frown she pulls her hair off the button, finishes pulling the shirt down before reaching for her brush. Quickly pulling the brush through her hair a few times, just to get the worse tangles out, she pulls her hair up into its normal ponytail. A sharp knock on her door, causes Moonsyn jumps, loosing her grip on her hair and the string she was trying to tie around it. “Who is it?” she asked, much sharper than she intended.