Tazlure

The focused changed, diving into the Citadel through the clouds and the slight splash of seawater, turning corners rapidly till finally the image halted. Anora was dressed once again in feminine garb, a simple dress of light blue. She had left the temple refreshed, feeling almost glowing. It was a n...

As Fauna spoke of goodbyes, of people she would like to see one last time, Isabella closed her eyes for but a brief moment, trying to resist temptation. There was but one. Yet she knew it was not a good idea, holding him back where he needed to go forward. Pan's field had taught her of the true mean...

She stood there, waiting, with a calm that only comes after death. She had the time of eternity. Her vision was a familiar one to some in the Citadel, though with every day that memory was fading. Ravenblack hair with brown eyes and long lashes, an olive skin, an oval face and a body nearly as tall ...

A soft breeze played around them, bringing the scent of roses from the garden. It touched Andolin's cheek lightly with the sound of a sigh, before tugging at the skirts of Rees, dancing up to play with her hair. "He doesn't know," whispered a familiar voice with Muchislian lilt in Rees' ea...

What a sad state of affairs that two dead people win the most sensual story award. I recommend that you all seek to improve upon the situation immediately, without looking back at us poor deceased souls that can do naught but sit in the Aether and watch you all in bewilderment. There shalt be more s...

Isabella's heart was clenching. She always liked to think of herself as a ruthless, rational being, but the truth of the matter was.. she was not. Isabella was a creature of passion in every way and she loved with abandon every way she found. This is what in the end made her Pan's warrior, through a...

Isabella listened with an face of ice to the captains calm claim. Something was wrong. Why would Elaine be here in this room if it was against her will? Was she being blackmailed? Then his imperious demand would not help. Besides which.. was it up to Captain Ulder to decide with whom she would go? "...

Isabella was almost grateful to Silk for calling forth Ulder. To answer Ahren's challenge would mean many uncomfortable thruths about her own past or that of her darkest lover would be revealed, something she had no wish for. After all.. had not Andolin assisted in the kidnapping of Ahren to keep hi...

Silk seemed to challenge all she knew and loved, no matter he was her father. Isa glared at him with passion "Such a limited view you have of what is good." He had been marked, long ago. Marked to her, but also to other panlings. Pan had always considered Silk a threat. The difference between you an...

"Technically that would be the Countess de Companio," Isabella corrected with a thin smile, "but it is no matter now, I suppose. I would have settled for the Countess De Bessnie but the fool spurned me. His loss, no doubt." Isabella would have preferred to kill him, but she had not had the opportuni...

There were no weapons to be found upon Isabella of course. Her weapon was her mind. She wriggled with pleasant shivers when one of the muscled men examined her so throughoughly, only just remembering she was here for other business. What a boring place this Citadel has become. With a sigh she let he...

Isabella could see into the Audience chamber, as close as she could get without passing the senchenal and the guards. It did not satisfy her. The topic of conversation went to Pan. Pan's Hooves! I need to be closer. The countess pressed back into the crowds till she was to the side and in the back. ...

More singing. More Panlings. Isabella gave Iorn a wink and moved through the crowds again, not even concious of the way she controlled all the men and a couple of the women as she moved, exuming passion as if it was as natural as breathing. To her it was. Her rose perfum lingered in the air, and her...

"I have not seen either of them," admitted Isabella, staying close to Iorn who made her feel comfortable for now "It is as if everybody is waiting." Her dark eyes followed Ahren around the room. He probably wasn't the only one. "Something will happen this tide," she whispered to the dark lord "It wi...

Isabella smiled at Ahren. Recognition. Friendship. Understanding. They needed no words. He was here to kill the Ceasar, his final task as the Royal Companion. Revenge for Lost Loved Ones. Poor Anochrim, one of many beloved to fall. They were bounded together in faith, Pan's Blood driving them, and y...

Isabella felt a bit out of it. The countess was talking to the people at court, but it did not feel right. Was she even supposed to be here? She gave a luxurious smile at the courtier in front of her, touching him with a tendril of passion that ensured simply that he would not forget her, then moved...

The very essence of Isabella was contained in this single thought. It recalled a picture of smooth olive skin, dark smouldering eyes and ravenblack hair; the memory of a laugh; a moan of pleasure; the sparkle in her eyes when they plotted mischief together; the soft purr as she stretched her body an...

The lady in the dark was not the only pairs of eyes following the Lord Clerk. Having said goodbye to Valmont, and stepping aside to let the small part of the procession that was going through the portal move past, Isabella's eyes swept the crowd to unconciously rest on Andolin. Isa was still needled...

"We met in passing," Isabella admitted airily, "though we were not formally introduced." She did not beg Valmont for such an introduction. All in good time. They had yet to have their first date, even though the jeweled garter now burned hotly against her thigh, in its wooden casing, hidden within t...

Her eyes focused for a moment on Baron Marcada, feeling the slight frustration she always felt with men that were able to completely ignore her. "Would you perchance know who that man is besides your employer," she whispered to Valmont as she tried to catch Marcada's eyes and give him a deliberate n...

Isabella made sure her steps slowed somewhat, the brief episode with the guard satisfying her need to be nasty for now, yet knowing that she ought to be careful not to give further offense. Still conversing softly with Valmont she manouvred them back into the thick of it, closer to lady Aesa, assumi...

Isabella's resistance broke when Iorn showed his tenderness, tears running down her cheeks even as they kissed. She had only seen that in him when they had talked, no more than talk, on the boardwalk, a glimps into the life of Lady Gwyien. It was this tenderness, giving her uncomfortable thoughts ab...

Isabella groaned, unable as ever to contain the passion that flowed through her body and made her hips move with his. "A hussy," she protested meanwhile, in between labored breaths, "That is what you all say, and think. Yet what would you do without me. How pale your lives would be, devoid of raw pa...

OOC: I think at this point we should step back into the main thread. Under the current circumstances I think that would make for less awkward posting

With her last breath Isabella Florentina send out a thought, a message of sort. It was all she could do before subcumming to this power. She was not sad. She died for something she held precious, the one thing that was good in her life. With a sigh that was almost pleasure she lay back, crushing Mar...