Posted by: picca on: January 14, 2009
Sophie hiccupped and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
“Do you like this?” she drawled, stepping closer to the man. He was hunched over on the ground, eyes clinched in pain.
Sophie squatted down and bounced on the balls of her feet, leaning in close to him. The smell of alcohol was [...]
Posted by: picca on: July 30, 2008
[author note: Old, unpublished idea for Elftown RP Tears of Snow]
Rosonilo knew the girl instantly. She was probably the only one in the school who knew, in fact. She thought about mentioning it to Lucius, but she wanted to talk with the girl first…and all attempts at that had been unsuccessful. She was avoiding her. [...]
Posted by: picca on: December 7, 2007
“I would much rather be playing my flute than playing this game of War and Swords.”
- Faltri
“My heritage demands that I shave my hair short and learn the magicks of my people. But… if I could, I would grow my hair as long as the sun lives, and study the Histories and the Stories in [...]
Posted by: picca on: July 31, 2007
“Sometimes I feel it burning, that deeper primal yearning…I feel it burn, burn, burning…”
Something stirred outside her window. Her pale white curtains fluttered innocently, as a warm summer breeze floated inside. She slept on unawares.
Then, there he was, at the foot of her bed, and she was awake, sitting straight up and staring [...]
Posted by: picca on: May 2, 2007
She frowned a bit as she plucked the fleck of skin off her new Fura-fura kitty purse. Pulling the bag close to her face, she examined it carefully to make sure there was no bloodstain left behind. There was none. Satisfied, she let it fall sloppily back to its place on her hip and [...]
