I do apologise, I have been gone for so very long! Due to a mass of school work and A level fun I've been rather swamped and unable to post. However do not fear, I have returned! I can't promise to be hugely reliable though!
So to make up for my time away, I am posting two extracts from a role play I was part of a little while ago:
May slowly undressed, allowing the tears to fall freely down her cheek. She tasted the warm, salty moistness on her lips, and lightly dashed away the flow, feeling the softness of her skin. She stood at the window, only her undergarments protecting her modesty to the darkness of the night. As she stood, she began to feel the elation of her change, the tingling sensation in her limbs. She closed her eyes, leaning back her head, and breathing a little shallowly. She felt a long shiver travel down her back, and through her arms and legs like a bolt of energy. May opened her eyes, their intensive green starring out harshly into the night. She found herself on the windowsill, poised in perfect balance. She felt the strength in her muscles and the absolute sensitivity in her awareness. The change was complete.
May dived. There was no fear, no sense of being out of control now. She pulled up, feeling the wind driving upwards on her wings. The massive eagle form spiralling upwards far above the city and the clouds into the eternity of the night sky. May was eventually free, in her eagle form, she was able to use all her senses to a point unimaginable to the human mind. She could feel every twisting thread of wind, laughing and twirling around her, as if playful children. She could hear the roar of the sea, angry and violent, and the gentle song of the whispering wind, amongst the fragile leaves. She could taste the bitter salt of the sea air, reminiscent of her bitter tears just minutes before, yet it seemed so simple now, the tears so unnecessary when compared to the enormity of nature. Most treasured of all, was May's emphasised sense of sight, she embraced it and it made her life worth living. Every night when she flew on the winds, the sight of the world from so far above filled her with a wonder and joy unachievable through any earthly pleasures. The mountains and the valleys seemed to be a continuous form, reaching up to the heavens and down to the core of the earth, the forests reached out their arms for miles, spreading their thick coats over the luscious green skin, moist and full of the goodness of life. May glided, feeling every heightened sense of the world come together to paint a picture of beauty and serenity. This view of the world, the beauty of nature that those looking from the perspective of mankind could never truly see, was her secret, all hers, and she treasured it more than life itself.
May spent much of the night hunting, appreciating the thrill that is the chase, and the relish in the triumphant catch. After staying as long as she felt she could she flew back to the city, enjoying the flight home somewhat childishly, swooping and catching herself before the fall. Upon reaching the city, she slowed, carefully navigating, as she had so many times before, to her home. She stealthily arrived, feeling the power drain from her as she entered through the open windows. May felt the shivers and the draining of her senses, she contorted her face, and curled up into an embryonic form as the elation left. This transformation was not so pleasant as the first, convulsions wreaking her body as she felt the weak frailty of the human form returned to her. She shed one more bitter tear, out of frustration and pain that she could not just stay bound to the freedom of her other self, before collapsing onto the soft, silk sheets in a state of exhaustion.
Upon escaping the marketplace, May swiftly made her way up to an isolated graveyard, hidden through a passage of leafy trees and tall grass. May was glad she had worn her practical clothing. There was rarely anyone there, and if they were they often left upon her presence. May entered a stone family crypt, a monumental structure containing several graves and two intricately carved alters to leave prayers to Lleweyln and Conor, the forbidden lovers. May sighed and knelt before them as she always did mouthing the familiar devotion-
- 'How appropriate' she mused cynically.
May bowed her head - so few came here and said the devotion anymore, the words once echoed freely through the holy crypt, but now the words sounded hollow and lonley, unheard and uncared for. May sighed and brushed away a tear. She stepped out the crypt and looked around before darting into a secret stairway leading to a small bell tower. She quickly pulled off her clothes, and stood in the chill wind in her undergarments, shivering from the cold and fear of discovery. She briefly bundled up her clothes, tying a sturdy knot in the leather cloth and attaching the bundle around her leg, it would feel lighter soon enough. May closed her eyes willing the tingling magic sensation to overcome her, to corse through her veins and transform her. The sensation was brief, the process was easier, but then she had been using the magic more recently, building her will and her stamina. May thought only of the destination as she flew in her eagle form, ignoring the playful wind and snaking forest. She followed the winding river back to a of the tributary mouth, a idylic clearing, rocky caves surrounded by exotic fruits and rainforest, there was a cooling lake with a small waterfall over a hidden cave - it was there she was aiming, and she shot to the earth good and true. The giant eagle form landed in the lake, splashing around cleaning her feathers and enjoying the cool water after the rapid flight. After a short while May reluctantly let the feeling of magic bring her back to earth back to the human that she was - after all she had work to do. She lay in her weakened stated, exposed in her revealing undergarments on the banks of the lake, letting the wind dry her body of the effort. She had found this isolated oasis upon flying some time ago and had rested in the caves. After exploring for quite some time she had discovered a previously inhabited cave. There were provisions and strange ancient languages scratched forcefully into the wall. Tribal patterns drawn on the floor, which tasted of magic, the cave had a sinister echo and May had left afraid of what she may discover. Well she had run for long enough, she had a nasty feeling that deep down she knew who the inhabitants were and that it had been the footsteps of her destiny to find the cave that day all that time ago. May sat up as the exhaustion trickled away from her leaving her with more inquistitiveness. Suddenly May froze, she did not cover herself up, she not not move a muscle at all, for she had a terrible feeling that something in the darkness, something with no good intention was watching her, and waiting to pounce.
There you go! Hope you enjoyed that little insight into one of my fantasy characters!