Evermore Roleplay

Timeline: March 17th, 2008

Lyla found Ramiel asleep on the front porch when she crept back to the house in the early hours of the morning. He had only recently passed out as the clove was still burning in the ash tray. He had been acting fatigued for the past couple days, and a bit unusual.

She paused, picked up the pungent, black cigarette and snuffed out the still-glowing cherry in the ash tray. She sat down next to him on the bench he was using and used her own body as a pillow to better support his head and neck.

The new warmth startled him. “Michael…” He muttered as he sleepily sat up. Smelling perfume he asked, “Hmm… Lyla?” He asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“Hi,” she said softly. “Dreaming about your boy toy?”

Continue reading “Pondering”

Time line: March 18th, 2008

Lyla had been having a rough week. Her thoughts were torn over the loss of her child and the longing to hold the life created between her and Ramiel. Words would never be able to capture the feeling of a life growing inside her. The magic of the life created between them, her and Ramiel. No pain could express the loss she felt, worsened by all the could haves that would have prevented it.

Should we try again? How much do I want to hold our baby? What about Ramiel? He didn’t want it anyway. But I have never seen him so hurt or sincere.

So many thoughts crowded her mind as she searched for the lusting. I have to learn that rite. She was not having luck in her hunt; however something else was. Lyla froze, she had become the prey.

Continue reading “M.I.L.F.”

Timeline: Mid-March 2008

Ann-Marie hadn’t had much time to talk to her brother with getting situated, seeing Ironclaw, the fighting, etc. He had been a great help in getting her moved in a few months ago, and in many ways was still the little boy she knew all those years ago.

She invited John over for wine and asking him to bring his guitar. She had her violin ready and the sheet music for some Woody Guthrie, Allison Krause and other folk music, plus a number of her favorite Celtic arrangements.

She poured the wine near the appointed hour and waited for the knock on the door.

John showed up wearing a ratty old denim Jacket a worn ball cap, T-Shirt and faded blue jeans, he stopped outside the door took his guitar out of its battered case and started to play an old Hank Williams song, “My buckets got a hole in it …”

Continue reading “Siblings 2”

Timeline: March 11th, 2008

It was a Tuesday and Lyla wasn’t working at the Blood and Brew that day. She’d been listless for the past two weeks, roving the territory, escaping Eldon Well entirely when she could. She’d even recently purchased a used car and had helped Ann-Marie with some business, followed by more entertaining time later. Concord was a good drive away, and the much larger cities of Manchester and Nashua even further than that. Those cities were certain to have a certain flavor of night life that she really wanted to sink her teeth into, but it meant a lot of time spent on the road with nothing but her thoughts to occupy her. And that was something she definitely wanted to avoid these days.

She wasn’t in the mood for a long drive today. What she was really interested in was art. Body art, to be more accurate. Many types of body art didn’t work well with the Uratha; their penchant for healing often meant that piercings tended to heal rapidly, forcing one to tear jewelry out of one’s own flesh. That was painfully inconvenient. But tattoos seemed to work well. In fact, they skin readily took pigment just as it did for humans. Even better, the Uratha regenerative ability made such work less painful and sensitive for a far shorter period of time. So, Lyla had decided she must have tattoos.

Continue reading “Brands of Destiny”

Timeline: March, 2008

Auburn hues of sunset filed the sky as Ramiel walked to the little cabin. His hands stretched out to the side feeling the energy that swirled around him. The day had been long, work had resumed on his store, and it took a lot to catalog stuff.

Packed away in his bag was a new bottle of aged rum, a few new books, and he carried an appetite. The cabin had been calling to him all day. Quite study in the finer arts of the Supernal was what he needed to take his mind off everything else.

The cabin was not quite when he closed the door behind him. Instead there was music playing. This was not unusual as he shared the space with Michael, who at this moment slept in his recliner.

Continue reading “Pea Green Boat (Unedited)”

Timeline: March, 2008

Michael was out taking one last hike through the woods, before he took off to visit Erin Creighton. Michael was already packed, and had his gear in his Bronco. Now all he had to do was talk to Selene.

Michael had asked Lyla earlier where he could find Selene, and was told she would be out in the pack territory. So Michael was out here, hoping that Selene picked up his scent, and tracked him down. She’d been following him for a while, watching him as he moved through the forest. When he stopped to refill his canteen, she stepped out of the brush behind him. “Hello, Michael.” Her face was calm, her voice was pleasant, but otherwise emotionless.

Michael got up from the kneeling postion he was in, and put the cap back on his canteen. He turned to face Selene, hooking his canteen back on his belt.

Continue reading “Michael’s Departure”

Timeline: mid-March, 2008

One night, when Ann-Marie went over to see Lyla. She wasn’t home as Ramiel indicated at the door, but would be there in awhile. In any case, Ann-Marie had been meaning to talk to Ramiel for some time. She really didn’t know where she stood with ‘Cambian’ as he liked to be called, and was interested in getting to know him better to prevent misunderstandings.

She asked, “If you aren’t busy, while I wait, would you like to take a walk and chat a bit. We hardly know each other.”

Ramiel’s eyes followed the curves of her body up and down while he considered her invitation. “I am not typically second choice. But I suppose the view will be enjoyable.” When he opened the door he was wearing only black jeans that hugged the line of his hips. Stepping back he let Ann-Marie into he house while he grabbed a shirt and jacket as well as shoes. As he stretched to put the t shirt Ann-Marie could make out the top of a beautiful blue tattoo cresting above his belt line. The other she noticed was a band around his right arm. His hair was long and flowing free tonight.

Continue reading “An Awakened Soul and the Soulless”

Timeline: March 9th, 2008

All the preparations were set. All Rey needed to do was drift off and find Grey’s dreams. He had been reluctant, but eventually agreed to her request. Her excitement was hard to contain.

Rey lay upon her bed and drifted into a meditative state. Not long after that Ramiel crept slowly into her room and sat in the corner, watching her. Across town Ironclaw was observing Grey. After Rey had told him she could be injured, but not badly, Grey had become extremely worried about what might happen. In this, he turned to his friends. Ramiel and Ironclaw couldn’t understand why he would agree to this. Nonetheless they agreed to help. Grey simply told them, “If I don’t let her experience this, I will lose her.”

Continue reading “Dream a Little Dream”

Timeline: March 7th, 2008

The nights had been long in passing since Grey left. Over five days ago, Grey had gone into shadow. Rey had asked around but no one seemed to have seen him except for Ironclaw and Ramiel. Ramiel had told her to give him time; it would be fine he said. Unusually caring of Ramiel, she thought.

The days were slowly getting warmer and Rey’s mind kept going over all the things she could be doing with Grey. It was on a particularly warm night, a night when the cool spring air was able to drift through open windows again, that Rey was woke from a restless sleep by a presence in her room.

She tensed and her hands tightened on the red robe she was holding. Rey raised her head to look around in the darkness.

Continue reading “Everything a Wolf Could Want”

Timeline: The morning of Feb. 25th, 2008

Michael was pacing inside his and Ramiel’s sanctum, thinking of what he was going to do to win Selene back. Ramiel had asked him to meet this morning at the sanctom. So that was what Michael was doing, waiting for Ramiel.

“You can stop worrying. I’m here and I have porn and video games. Choose your poison.” Ramiel had two large paper bags in his arms as he entered.

Michael stopped his pacing, “What?! How is porn and video games going to help?” Michael sighed heavily, then asked, “What bright ideas do you have for solving my problem?”

Continue reading “The Selene Project”