Thread: ------> Supernatural cravings & more! - Detailed, Plot Based RPs - Threads {F for M}

RE ------ Not What You'd Expect - Detailed, Plot Based RPs - Threads F for M Here are fairly recent examples of my writing which also refelct what I'd like to see from you, too or better, as I'm very open to someone helping me improve my writing. My introductions are always longer than the first sample by a paragraph at least. Sample 1 As Ashkaari-Tal walked with her in silence along the coast, he eventually provided her with a reply. Despite how it seemed somewhat complex it was still what she had asked to hear - and it wasn't without a grain of wisdom. Being someone borne of completely different circumstance she had a hard time grasping the concept of a single purpose in life. For most humans, whether noble or commoner, decisions and fate constantly changed. Based on one outcome another would evolve and you would find yourself on the path to the next goal, with a new purpose and a new role. But for the kossith it seemed even if they didn't want this direction in life, it would never leave them. Not in the eyes of the Qun at least. I would be lying if I said I understood, she began a little sheepishly at her ignorance, but was glad to have that off her chest, although that was somewhat educational. It must have been a very hard decision to leave the Qun after experiencing most of your life knowing it, and working for its singular purpose. The mage decided they had enough of this personal talk for such a short time knowing one another. He and his band of kossith saved her life, so she was certainly grateful, but she had no right to pry further just because she gave them the gift of her allegiance. Fight fire with fire, so to speak, quite literally. Up ahead another thin path became visible and this was one she knew well. Unfortunately, Javaris didn't appear by the end of the road like he usually did. Evalin stopped in curiosity, called out to him once or twice, but to no avail. Looking back toward Ashkaari-Tal, the young woman was ready to suggest they just head back when the mop of dark blond hair and a scruffy beard popped up from a nearby crevice. He looked rather shaken up. Then again someone in his line of work always had a reason to worry. Oh, it's just you two, he said casually. The greedy dwarf had no reason to think they weren't already associates as he'd seen them both several times, even though they had never been together until now. Is something the matter? inquired Evalin, brow raised. While Javaris had plenty of reason to worry, she usually didn't let it get under her skin unless he showed such outward signs of it. It must have been a big problem. He averted his bright blue eyes, surrounded by weathered heavy lids and crows feet that aged him more than he ought to truly be, and sighed. Normally I don't go around telling people this, but I know you lot. And thankfully you don't know enough about me, so if I tell you this you won't really become inconvenient loose ends, the merchant began to say. He took another breath. Ever heard of gaatlok? Click to expand... Sample 2 His body felt fiery against her lithe fingers and that seemed to entice Eliana further. She loved the feeling of his hot skin under her grasp and how pliable he could become with the flick of her wrist in the right place. He was just a man after all, and this reminder of his humanity - a flicker of emotion at least - certainly helped her tolerate him in the last month. Perhaps because it was the only way she seemed to be able to rouse a reaction from Firas. Eventually though the odd trance she had induced in him seemed to fade away and she no longer locked her gaze with his transfixed, half lidded stare. His hand pinning her own to its spot beneath his sash had startled her just slightly, and then she smirked. If he wanted to play that way than she could oblige, but he would give in eventually if she continued. Of that much she was certain. At first she believed he didn't want her hand to venture any farther under that scarlet strip of cloth and yet the pressure of his hand only made her more enamoured with his body. Her heart started to beat a little faster in her chest. It was hard enough that she could feel it vibrate through her torso. The reason for this sudden quickening of her breath and darting of her eyes between his hand on hers and the one that took hold of her clothing was unknown to her. Eliana grinned as per usual, as if to make sure her guard remained up and the usual faade of her attitude was left protected. Well I'm sure there are a few more endearing things I've done lately, she mused, grin widening. Click to expand... Sample 3 When the Jarl addressed her, something felt wrong. Very wrong. Katriel didn't go so far as to place her hand on her sword but all of her body was screaming to do so. Balgruf was polite to her because he wished to be seen as an honourable man, yet they all knew it was just as painful for him to say as it was for her to hear. So why exactly was she being summoned - well, that was foolish, because she knew why. She just didn't want to even say it aloud in her mind. Immediately the altmer nodded when he spoke of the dragon attack on the watch tower. She hadn't been in the tavern long enough to hear who the supposed saviour was - even though several died anyway - as she was being summoned by one of the Jarl's men too soon to overhear anything of value. I am glad the dragon has been dealt with then, Jarl, she told him through gritted teeth, almost mechanically. Kat knew Balgruf would shove her alongside their next 'shining hero' to be rid of her presence for as long as possible, and as if on cue the man entered the hall triumphantly, except he was no boorish Nord... in fact, she couldn't tell whether he was human or elf, due to his mask and concealing black armour. Trying and failing to suppress a furrow of her brow, the altmer instead looked elsewhere in the Hall. That didn't seem to pose a problem for this dragons layer, as he thoroughly ignored her. Ah, Balgruf must have liked this one even more so now for shunning what he considered a nuisance. Since the Jarl planned to be rid of her, she would acquiesce even if her new charge was a mystery. Will we be departing Whiterun shortly? she said aloud as the paltry conversation between the mysterious dragon slayer and Balgruf had long ago become stale. to the orc, Her words lacked politeness and Katriel was fearless while casting a fiery glance to Balgruf. If she had been an animal, a wild white wolf like the ones that hounded the walls, her back would have bristled and ears come back. Then, she looked toward the man, or whatever he may be, that she now belonged to as if defiantly staring in the face of reprimand... or more hopefully, would be told that yes, they were leaving. Who was to say she wouldn't kill this one and return home? After all, the Nords were keep to believe her last master's demise was her fault, of her own doing even, so why not ring some truth into the rumour. Click to expand...