I (make attempts to) write fiction/fanfic for my WoW characters, or at least some of them. Yes, yes; I’m a roleplayer (RPer).
“Moonstruck” is my first published piece in quite awhile, written in reply to a post by my longtime writing partner, Kalico (the reply to her piece, Talking to the Moon). This little blurb is written to blend with an in-game RP currently happening, and it kind of shows what little snag my character is in as well as how rusty I’ve become at writing. (Damn you, real life.)
If you’re into this sort of thing, give it a look-see. Bellamuerte (more affectionately known as “Bells” and named long before that dolt of a Mary Sue from Twilight was a glimmer of bad idea in its creator’s eye) is nearly as mouthy as I am… Light and magics save us all.
Something felt off regardless of how she shifted in the crimson cushioned seat. Soft, thick fabric whispered with each adjustment, the Knight’s fingertips gliding over the thick, gilded arms. Her digits curled over the rounded ends of the armrests, grasping talon-like over the curved wood as she leaned forward to examine the legs.
Weren’t those ball-and-claw feet before?
For some reason, she could not clearly recall if they had been. Reclining against the wide, ornately scrawled back, the chair’s cushion gave a quiet hiss as her black tunic and crisp white shirt kissed the blood-hued cloth. A sound from the edge of the room’s darkness threatened to divert her attention, the raven-locked matriarch’s concentration wavering.
“It…” Her words fell away, head giving a gentle shake as an irritated sigh slipped from her. “Something isn’t quite ri-…”
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