The Afternoon After?

August 6, 2009 at 10:08 pm (Uncategorized)

Sunlight pressed through the drawn curtains right on to Esreiellas eyelids, waking her from her slumber. With a groan of protest she turned her head to bury her face into the pillow, hoping she could easily fall back to sleep. However, sleep didn’t return as her senses were beginning to rouse and she became steadily more aware of the world around her.

Warm, steady breaths caressed the back of her necked and a masculine body pressed gently to her back. She looked down passed the swell of her breast to the dark-skinned hand resting upon her belly and a smile quickly formed on her lips.

For several minutes, Esreiella remained in his bed, thinking back on the night before, and enjoying the sweet serenity of his embrace. Ovello’s hand moved further up her belly as he slept, leaving a trail of delightful sensations in the wake of his fingers.

Esreiella let the thoughts and memories slip away, if only to clear her mind, as she moved to leave the comfort of the bed. A gentle tug at her body brought a quiet laugh out of her, and she removed Ovello’s arm. As she sat up on the edge of the bed she caught the sight of a leather satchel haphazardly set next to the foot of the bed. The fabric of a familiar black robe peeked out from within, and she reached to remove it from the depths of the bag.

She admitted to herself, as she pulled it on, that she had grown rather fond of the robe even if it was big enough on her to be comical. A blush rose to her cheeks when she closed the robe around her naked frame and looked down at the holy runes that remained. A holy garment being worn by a woman whom had become indecent by committing a sin, she thought. To Esreiella, though, it didn’t quite count.

A woodsy scent with hints of silverleaf and wine engulfed her as she crossed the room to the nearest window.  Silently she inquired how late it was, and after she opened the window she found herself letting out a laugh that she was unable to restrain.  The sun was shining in just a way to indicate that the day was already into the afternoon.

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Coming soon!

August 4, 2009 at 10:05 am (Uncategorized)

Yes, I’ll have something up that’s story-ish soon. Right now, I can’t because I need sleep and to move many things. However, before I get it posted up and everything I need anyone and everyone reading to keep something in mind.

Normally when I write something there’s blood, gore, violence, death and all of that stuff. What I’ll be writing is something that is really on the lighter side of things and all kinds of happy. So, working on it real soon!

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Esreiella “Esme” Elayna Galathil

August 3, 2009 at 2:34 pm (Uncategorized)

Ah, it’s about time that I sat down and wrote a full fledged description on Esreiella. Of course, those who have seen my RSP know the basics of the character, but with a great deal of sarcasm as I poked fun at others in the description.

Esreiella, or Esme, stands at a rather unimpressive five feet and two inches in height with smaller frame to accompany. Though most would label her as petite she wouldn’t exactly be labeled as one of those stick thin women you could use as a kite. In fact, she’s very healthy. However, it should be noted that from the chest down to her hips and legs her body holds the voluptuous curves of a girl that developed into a woman with an extreme amount of grace. Then gentle slopes and curves of her back, belly, and hindquarters do well to accent her femininity also. Her breast would actually be considered an average size amongst human females, but given her small frame they do seem a tad large on her and a little awkward at times.

Her skin is soft and smooth to the touch, and an even toned ivory with the faintest hints of a gardenia oil for scent. Cascades of silkened, jet black hair fall to the middle of her back with a gentle curl towards the end. Soft, full lips and brilliant blue eyes accent the youth and beauty of her feminine facial features.

Whenever Esreiella speaks, her voice is light with an accent to show origination from the Lordaeron upper-class social tier.

Yes, soft, gentle and feminine were used quite often, but it’s really the only way I could think to describe her. Yes, she is somewhat young still at twenty-three years old. Some may point the finger and say that I tried to make her super  pretty to the point of being cliche, I say I don’t care. I wanted this character to be beautiful in a way that a -real- woman would be. Though the height was just because I felt like making short character. No gobs and gobs of cosmetics, no stick thin body, and absolutely no need to twirl, giggle and bat her eyelashes. Pure, natural, intellectual beauty.

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