Lost WoW Character: Charlotta Ivorysole by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
Literature
Lost WoW Character: Charlotta Ivorysole
Charlotta Ivorysole
Age: 37 (As of the end of WoD)
Height: Human: 5'4"/Worgen: 6'5"
Eyes: Chartreuse
Hair: Human: Auburn/Worgen: Brown
From a distance, Charlotta in her human form seems reasonably well put together. Although she typically maintains an air of confidence, the gear she'd acquired, though still rather mismatched and clearly salvaged as she ran, seems to have recently seen time at the blacksmith. While she still appears to be a bit uncomfortable with it, the armor holds properly to her human form while bring pliable enough to remain affixed properly to her Worgen-form's wolf-like body. Her rather slender frame, one befitting t
Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bry by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
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Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bry
We walk arm in arm, my human friend and I, laughing and prattling on about this and that. Many of the shop keepers barely bat an eye at my reddish-purplish skin or long curving horns anymore. Many even know me by name!
Well, the name I let them know, a succubus never lets anyone beyond her truest love know that.
“Bry!,” calls out a diminutive toy vendor. We both stop, chatting with the cheerful gnomish man pushing his cart around Stormwind. His soul burns brightly as he talks about his days with us. Debrah Lee seems happy, giggling at the jokes and toy demonstrations, and that makes us all happier in our lives, my fellow demons
Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bossy by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
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Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bossy
It'd been a good day's hunting so far. Enough skins to fill the orders, or so my hunter had said. It didn't matter to me, though. I was getting bored sitting while he salted and stretched other pelts for sale or construction. Running around and chasing down dumb animals too slow to get out of the way of a purple-striped ball of claws and fangs was much more fun than sitting in that stuffy, smoke-filled tavern's atrium.
But that was over and now we were making our way back to that fel-forsaken lobby, where drunken fools would step on my tail and hormone-addled idiots would spill drinks onto my fur. At least he usually took the corner tables,
Dramatic Cereal Gathering by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
Literature
Dramatic Cereal Gathering
It was quiet as he made his way down the hall, almost eerily so compared to the noises that normally filled the hall. But now, the silence was deafening. His eyes dart left to right, eyeing the details, watching for anything. Another ponderous step lands, the sound of bared human flesh slapping against the cold wooden slabs, though expected, seem foreign to the now. Another step, then another before he finally reaches the door. His hand reaches for the securing latch, his fingers deftly flicking open the rounded lock. The door starts to swing, their hinges groaning in protest as he adds his strength to the door’s natural swing, pu
The Dream-Stalker 06 - A Preview! by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
Literature
The Dream-Stalker 06 - A Preview!
Elisa, her brown lupine coat sleek along her body, made an effort to closely follow the silvered werewolf who was guiding them through what looked like a blackened doorway. As they crossed the threshold a room appeared on the other side. It was warmly lit with oil-coated torches that cast a yellowish tinge to the various shades of gray that made up a castle's council room floor and walls, though the latter was decorated with many beautiful tapestries. Elisa followed the werewolf around the room as she took in the whole scene. At the head of the room in a rather ornate wooden chair sat a woman in a
Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bry by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
Literature
Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bry
We walk arm in arm, my human friend and I, laughing and prattling on about this and that. Many of the shop keepers barely bat an eye at my reddish-purplish skin or long curving horns anymore. Many even know me by name!
Well, the name I let them know, a succubus never lets anyone beyond her truest love know that.
“Bry!,” calls out a diminutive toy vendor. We both stop, chatting with the cheerful gnomish man pushing his cart around Stormwind. His soul burns brightly as he talks about his days with us. Debrah Lee seems happy, giggling at the jokes and toy demonstrations, and that makes us all happier in our lives, my fellow demons
Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bossy by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
Literature
Writer's Challenge: Speaker for the Pets: Bossy
It'd been a good day's hunting so far. Enough skins to fill the orders, or so my hunter had said. It didn't matter to me, though. I was getting bored sitting while he salted and stretched other pelts for sale or construction. Running around and chasing down dumb animals too slow to get out of the way of a purple-striped ball of claws and fangs was much more fun than sitting in that stuffy, smoke-filled tavern's atrium.
But that was over and now we were making our way back to that fel-forsaken lobby, where drunken fools would step on my tail and hormone-addled idiots would spill drinks onto my fur. At least he usually took the corner tables,
Dramatic Cereal Gathering by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
Literature
Dramatic Cereal Gathering
It was quiet as he made his way down the hall, almost eerily so compared to the noises that normally filled the hall. But now, the silence was deafening. His eyes dart left to right, eyeing the details, watching for anything. Another ponderous step lands, the sound of bared human flesh slapping against the cold wooden slabs, though expected, seem foreign to the now. Another step, then another before he finally reaches the door. His hand reaches for the securing latch, his fingers deftly flicking open the rounded lock. The door starts to swing, their hinges groaning in protest as he adds his strength to the door’s natural swing, pu
The Dream-Stalker 06 - A Preview! by The-Lone-Wulf, literature
Literature
The Dream-Stalker 06 - A Preview!
Elisa, her brown lupine coat sleek along her body, made an effort to closely follow the silvered werewolf who was guiding them through what looked like a blackened doorway. As they crossed the threshold a room appeared on the other side. It was warmly lit with oil-coated torches that cast a yellowish tinge to the various shades of gray that made up a castle's council room floor and walls, though the latter was decorated with many beautiful tapestries. Elisa followed the werewolf around the room as she took in the whole scene. At the head of the room in a rather ornate wooden chair sat a woman in a
Well, that was fun! Last night I was feeling pretty good after doing my second 750 words post in days, so I said, "Eh, I'm feeling good, let's write!" And so I did. And I kept writing and writing and suddenly it was 2AM and 2800 words later! Well...
Yup, it's been almost a year and a half since I wrote a journal. I don't have a reason why beyond not having really written much. At least nothing that I've finished or felt compelled to share.
Can't really explain what happened. Years ago, writing was my escape. I could imagine anything I wanted and write it out because it was my imagination. Then one day, nothing would come. Oh, I could comment on things and post out a few ideas to what others had said but it was just that: reactions to other peoples' works. All my original works felt shut off at the tap. I could force it and after a time would be able to write for a bit, but it was n