Pride.
Thank you.
This is a shout out, to all my readers, followers, and friends, that have been following Charlotte’s web. I am truly honoured, to have you all pop by and read not only my writings, but also that of my many co-writers on the Carrendar Dynasty Roleplays, Death Club, A Pirate’s Life, and Fallen Heaven. I am touched by your comments, your thoughts, and….-laughs- the likes. It really means a lot to me, to know that my work and that of my friends, is read and enjoyed.
So again….thank you. :3
Char <3

CC’s Best and Worst Pick up Lines #02.
Kids react to the Beatles.
As a long time fan of the Beatles music, even having my favorite who was Paul, I was really surprised to see this generation of children and teens reaction to the Beatles. This video is a really interesting observation, and the kids reactions, both interesting, and inspiring. Especially when they listened to Hey Jude. <3 Enjoy.

Takin’ back what’s mine. – Leah Haywood.
Something to say, say it now
Don’t make me wait loosing my ground
We had our love what a shame
But I love ya all the same
But I won’t play in your game
And I need to break free
Cause you’re trippin on me
Don’t take it personally
You say you love but you don’t show me
You think I’m wrong but you don’t know what’s right
And now I’ve found my heart after all this time
I’m taking back what’s mine
I had your back who’s got it now
You’re off the track, can’t be found
Our love was strong but then you let me down
But I love ya all the same
Still I won’t back in your game
And I need to break free
Cause you’re trippin on me
Don’t take it personally
You think you love but you don’t show me
You think I’m wrong but you don’t know what’s right
And now I’ve found my heart after all this time
I’m taking back what’s mine
To think you’re love was a fantasy
Only to find you’re no good for me
I shouldn’t say where I don’t belong
I’ve made up my mind
I’m taking back what’s mine
You think you love but you don’t show me
You think I’m wrong but you don’t know what’s right
And now I’ve found my heart after all this time
I’m taking back what’s mine
*Repeat to Fade*

Who said love hurts?
Players:
iShatteredSanity
CharlotteCarrendar
iShatteredSanity: -As the kiss slowly broke, Demetrios could feel Dixie’s hands on his shoulders and then sliding down as her pants slid down as well. Dixie began teasing Demetrios who leaned back on the couch, licking his lips and with his right hand began rubbing the bulge on his pants. Oh damn, she knew how to tease him; not that it was a difficult task, but anyway. He could get a nice view of both her ass and vagina at the same time. And what a view. Like a temptress, Dixie turned to look at him just like a wild cat with her hair like a veil to cover her face. Demetrios chuckled for a bit and he began to take off his shoes and pants at the same time, allowing his member to come out proud, hard and already throbbing with anticipation.- “Do you really have to ask Dixie?” –Demetrios said and moved closer to her, his member sliding up and down between her ass cheeks, poking her back door a few times before his member slid down between her legs, collecting her moisture and glistening in the dimmed light of the garage.- “I don’t just want you, I need you.” –Demetrios said and kept teasing her a bit more, sliding his member not only between her mound, but also between her butt cheeks, wondering which door she wanted this time.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Hunched over, she drew her hands along the timber of the table, her hair draping over her shoulders, and down to hide her from Demetios’s gaze. Arching her back, as he moved in behind her, he could see the bumps of her spine, as it pressed through her skin, pulling it tight. Lowering her head, total submission, she appeared, soft, with rounded curves. Luscious ass cheeks, which he parted with his fingers, searching for where to join with her. Each forward motion, his member gently pushing to the rim, as if not wanting to take her forcefully. He wanted her to have the choice. Dixie’s legs trembled at the prospect, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation. “I don’t just want you, I need you.” God, for him to say, he needed her, like a human needs oxygen, a fish needs water, a bird needs to fly. She needed him too. More than he would ever know. So tonight, she wanted more than pleasure. Dixie wanted to walk the line between pleasure and pain. Closing her eyes, she whispered. “Take me where none have ever been. I want to cry your name. I want to feel, I want to be so tight for you, that you can barely breathe.” <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios had seen Dixie’s naked body many many times, yet every time was as if it was his first. He admired the view of her naked body, admiring the pain she went through for all those tattoos on her, admiring the courage of hers to bare them in plain view and not hiding them. After all they were Dixie’s very own feathers, feathers of ink. And Dixie was his angel. While waiting for Dixie’s answer on his unspoken question, Demetrios kept sliding his member up and down between her ass cheeks and also on her vagina, collecting more and more of her early nectar. And finally Dixie spoke, “Take me where none have ever been. I want to cry your name. I want to feel, I want to be so tight for you, that you can barely breathe.”. She gave him the answer to his unspoken question and Demetrios smiled softly. Damn, she had a way with her words.- “I will try not to hurt you much, but even when I do, I will make you feel good about it.” –Demetrios said and stopped sliding his member. The tip of it began poking her tight little hole, threatening to penetrate it at any moment. Demetrios’ hands began running up and down on Dixie’s back, caressing her skin softly before they finally rested on her sides, holding her firm as he pressed his hips some more, poking her tight hole more than earlier.- “It will only hurt in the beginning, bear it with me.” –Demetrios said and let some of his saliva fall from his mouth and between her ass cheeks, waiting till it had reached the tip of his member before he pushed his hips forward some more. The tip of his member finally entering her back door. Damn that was very super tight and he could feel it with the tip of his member. A few soft moans parted his lips since he could feel the pain as well, but he did not mind it. Slowly, very slowly, he began to push his hips some more, his shaft entering her back door now.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the dim lights of the garage, the alabaster of her skin, like the finest porcelain, then coloured with the animals, swirls of letters, the doves, the dragon and the tiger. Power and yet she showed, the most gentle creatures. A woman of contrast, it was as though her story was played out in the pictures of her body. Her totem. And for her man this night, she was his treasured gift, his delight and his prize. Worth the wait, and most certainly wanted, needed. Dixie had not ever experienced this before, and she knew that it would hurt at first, a great deal. Deme could hear her, taking short sharp breathes, getting her body ready, so she did not automatically tense on him. Oh she was going to be tight alright. Dixie draws up her fingers, so her nails would be like claws upon the wood of the table. Tension, so thick, it swirled the room, and this had her leaking pre, that was captured by Deme, as he rubbed his member back and forth beneath her. “It will only hurt in the beginning, bear it with me.” This was it..no going back now, no stopping him, and she wouldn’t even if she could try. Dixie squeezed her eyes tight, back arching further, and Demetrios took a commanding hold of her hips. The crown of his head, rest on the tight puckered rim of her ass, that seemed to be too tight for him to pass into. The drip of saliva, lubricated her tiny hole. She was already shivering in anticipation. Biting her bottom lip, she felt the entrance breached. “DEM!” The widening of her hole, that could barely cope with his engorged member, tightened, showing resistance, and this would only spur him on. Dixie was panting, regulating her breathing, as she felt the sharp pain. Pain…She felt him….and it was intoxicating. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Moans, soft groans, the sounds of heavy breathing, they had all become a melody for Dixie and Demetrios. Their very own bodies were the instruments, and quite honestly nothing else was needed. They had each other, holding each other, feeling each other, and bonding more and more with each other. With Dixie offering her anal virginity to Demetrios, that mean that from now on she was fully his. It mean that Demetrios had been the one to turn her into a fully grown woman; at least sexually. And Demetrios was not a punk or a fool to abuse that privilege, that honor. Demetrios who loved Dixie wanted her to feel good, enjoy everything that he offered her. Damn, she was so beautiful under the dimmed light. Her voice, her scream when she called out his name, so beautiful. Demetrios kept pushing his pelvis forward, feeling her tight hole clenching around the shaft and biting his bottom lip. It was a bit painful for him, but for Dixie it should be much more painful, yet he did not do things fast, no. He was entering her slowly, very slowly so that she could enjoy it, even though she was in pain. And finally after a few seconds, his whole member was inside her till the rim had reached the base of it. Instead of pulling out and going in again, he leaned forward as his hands traveled on her stomach, rubbing gently against it as he finally grabbed her small, but beautiful breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. He also leaned forward, planting a kiss on her neck before he licked her earlobe. Then and only then he began to slowly pull out, but again he did it as slow as he entered. It was her first time, and he wanted her to enjoy it.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Inch….Dixie clawed at the table, her body trembling. Inch…Pain, it hurt, it hurt…push past it. Inch…Dixie’s inner walls being pushed apart, god she could feel him getting right in. Inch…Another cry, only this one had no sound, her breath stolen from her. Inch…Unbelievable, the depth to which he was able to go. Inch…He was being so careful, so gentle, and Demetrios would know that she was going to remember this for the rest of her life. Inch…Her ass a virgin no more, he came to a stop, his body right up now, pressed to her ass cheeks, that were now apart. Fingers flexing, her mind reeling. He hunched over her, touching, exploring with his hands. Dixie had never felt so much love. She whispered his name, while her nipples, dark and hardening were growing as his fingers tweaked and teased them. Dixie’s skin was aflame with the fiery of passion, and his kisses like dry ice, sizzling upon her. Nipping and kissing. Erotic…Fantastic. Pleasure, Pain…she wanted it all. Her cries grew to deep moans, and she began to push back, wanting more. Wanting him to now press on. She was with him every step of the way. Now, he had her. Now…he could take her, bring her back onto him. She wanted him to enjoy her flesh, her feathers of ink…her many holes. To never want another…but his woman. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -More moans, more soft cries of pain and pleasure, more layers were added in the melody that was about to become a faster one with more beat. Demetrios could feel her body being hot. It could have been the anticipation, it could have been the wanting and needing, it could have been the time that they had spent without ‘connecting’, it could have been many things, but the result was still the same. Her hardened nipples grazed his palms as he massaged her breasts, something that made his member throb more and more, feeling so good to be inside her. After licking her earlobe for some time, he then bit it softly as his lips fell shut around it. He began sucking her earlobe, closing his eyes as well as she began to whisper his name. Damn that was the best sensation he could ever feel. Words could not explain how much he loved his Dixie and how the two of them could feel each other in ways that none of them could have ever imagined. With slow moves he moved his hips backwards till his shaft was out in the open again, but the tip of his member was still inside her. And then he began to push his hips forward, once again his member entering her and feeling her tight hole clenching around them. So tight, yet so good. Demetrios had taken her anal virginity too, but that did not mean anything to him. For him he was not having sex with Dixie, he was making love with her and he was forming a much stronger bond with her, one that he did not wish to shatter. Again his member entered her fully, but this time instead of stopping there, he immediately moved his hips backwards. And then forward, and then backwards. He had already began moving his hips back and forth with slow motions so that her tight hole could loosen up a little bit before he could increase both the pace and the force behind each thrust.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Hot breath seering her skin, and his teeth biting on her earlobe, teasing and sucking. It was incredibly erotic for Dixie, who was still in pain, but she craved more. Slowly, he started to pull out of her. “Oh my God” The feeling was impossible to describe. Such a release, and then as he caught her breath, he was going back inside her, filling her with his throbbing member. She must have been so incredibly tight, massaging with her inner muscles, squeezing him tight, tighter than a band, to constrict him of blood flow. Every time he would come close to pull out, the sensitive areas, beneath the crown of his cock, would be teased by the rim. This would make him want that, again and again. Slow was for the start, now he was picking up pace. She was now no longer some doll in a package he could never touch, he had broken her seal, and he could play with her, in any way he wanted. Delirious from the sensations, she craved to have him pull out and then press into her. The garage came alive with her cries, his name said over and over, words of love, then begging for him….her Man, to release his inner demon. The angel’s feathers had fallen. No longer virgin white…she was the beautiful black of night. Desire peeking, she rocked her hips back…so soon, you hear the slapping of bodies. Pull her hair back, ride the girl, brand her ass…make her yours. “I fucking love you!” She brought a hand up to her clitty, while supporting herself with her left hand, and stroked and fingered her clitty. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -In, out, in, out, in, out. Demetrios had already began moving his hips faster and harder, adding more force behind each thrust. Pain? He could still feel some pain on his hard and throbbing member, but he did not mind it. The mix of endorphins and adrenaline that was being pumped by his heart was filling his body, rendering him unable to feel pain, he could only feel pleasure and immense love for his angel. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. Faster, harder. Their bodies grinded against each other as they both moved in the same rhythm. And as their bodies grinded against each other, it was as if they created electricity. Demetrios could feel the chill down his spine electrifying him and adding as an energy source that kept him going and going. Her cries of pain and pleasure, the way she called out his name, her breathing, her heartbeat, he could hear them all. Having his eyes closed he kept sucking her earlobe before he finally let it go so that he could whisper to her ear.- “Dixie, thank you.” –Making a slight pause he thrust hard inside her, his balls moving forward and falling on her vagina, collecting some of her nectar and making them glisten in the dimmed light of the garage.- “I love you, I love you so fucking much. Thank you my angel.” –Demetrios finished his sentence and while holding her breasts, he stopped ramming her and pulled her on his body as he leaned backwards to sit on the couch with Dixie on top of him. Once they were in position, on that reverse cowgirl like position, Demetrios began to once again pound his member into her, ramming her fast and hard, loving each moment as it passed and not wanting any of those to end.- “I love you Dixie angel…” –He whispered again and he planted a soft kiss on her neck before leaning more into her to kiss her on her lips.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Bodies glisten, well oiled machines. Pistons working to create sparks, life. Engines roar, the garage was where you hear the ducati ignite, but instead of cars and bikes, Dixie was his sweet ride. Beyond pain, and falling, spiralling into absolute pleasure, the raw burning…now it was sweet, to be savoured and enjoyed, but one can’t take it slow, when you want to go higher. Faster, speed increasing. Demetrios gripped her, seized her, guided her onto him, again, and again. More more…so much more. He could feel the rough of her spine on his chest, his hands groping her small mounds. Handling her. His…His. Dixie was now flexible, no longer tense, fluid movements, and holding up to his onslaught. He whispered to her, while she fingered herself. “Dixie, thank you.” She had made him happy…the greatest reward to his woman. And she smiled as she captured her breath, with him pushing in all the way, then raising her up, her legs apart. Carrying her, while impaled on his thick meat. Sitting down, her knees now resting on the couch, so she was able to offer him freedom of movement. Reverse cowboy, allowed him to let his hands roam all over her, while still taking her ass. Slap slap slap. His throbbing length vanishing up inside her,his balls full and hard. Pulling her back he was able to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head enough, so they shared a kiss. No one had ever loved her like this. Now seasoned, primed. The pain barrier broken, she gave in, and lowered into the depths of waters of sin. She bounced down as he went up her, and her body simply melted upon his. “Dem…oh god….don’t stop…DEM!” she kissed him hungrily, the couch set to break from the act of love. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -The two bodies kept grinding and grinding against each other. They were creating electricity that fueled them. But that was not normal electricity. It was the electrifying passion between Dixie and Demetrios that kept them going. It was the electrifying passion between the two lovers that had numbed all the pain that they could feel and turned it into pleasure and joy. “Dem…oh god….don’t stop…DEM!”, Dixie’s words echoed in every corner inside the garage and inside Demetrios’ head who did not stop for a single moment. Finally pressing his lips against hers, he kissed her back, hungry as well for her lips, for her kiss that could send him in a never ending bliss. Oh how much he loved it. His lips pressed hard against hers as his breathing had become irregular and while he managed to speak a few words.- “I don’t… I don’t want this to end… I want to be… with you… forever. I love you Dixie angel.” –Demetrios managed to say between panting and kissing her. Massaging her breasts some more, he grabbed her nipples with his index fingers and thumbs, pinching them and tugging them as he increased the speed and the force of each thrust. Her tight hole had already loosened up a bit and he was able to do so. And suddenly he took his member out of her, ramming it back inside her. And then pulled it out only to ram her again, and again, and again before he resumed his previous movement of piston fucking her while still kissing her. In all honestly, even though Demetrios was experienced in that field after having a few sex partners, none of them could compare to Dixie. Dixie was a woman that he loved and a woman that could bring out the best of him in all fields; sex of course being one of them.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Glistening pre like honey seeping out and coating his balls, that smacked her, with every upward thrust. Delirious, both now were, slaves to their desires. Hot, sticky, wet. Neither of them wanted to stop, they had yet to reach the orgasm, but what was best of this, was it hurts so good. Their tongues were coiling and dancing, probing and searching the other’s mouths. His hands, his fingers. teased and pricked at her ripe breasts. Grabbing each and tugging hard, as the speed increased, with the upward thrusts. Dixie didn’t want it to end either. In between broken kisses, would their eyes meet and each struggled to breath, with Demetrios blurting words as he tried to convey his love. “I don’t… I don’t want this to end… I want to be… with you… forever. I love you Dixie angel.” Through all they had known of the other, and the women that had come before, to call her an angel when he himself, was known as the Grim Reaper, the night of the Engagement party, between Inga and Kraus, meant that she was in part his salvation. Or maybe…she was truly a fallen. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Ahhhhh… How beautiful that sensation, the swirl of emotions, their bodies that had become sticky with sweat and their moans were. Such a beautiful tone, one that only those two could create. One could compare them to an instrument with a person to play it, or even a motorbike with the rider, both examples being very accurate, and both examples showing the relationship and understanding that was shared. If Dixie was an instrument, she would have been the best violin ever created, fitting only one man, Demetrios. And if Demetrios was a motorcycle, he would be fine tuned only for Dixie to ride him in any way she wanted. Regardless. Demetrios kept pushing more and more into the kiss, not holding back from his animalistic side as he kept hammering Dixie’s firm and tight, even though a tiny loose, ass. Her precum had begun to slide down and coat his balls with it, making them sticky every time they happened to fall on her glistening vagina. Looking at Dixie straight into her eyes, he blinked a few times since he could feel that he was about to explode. He was slowly reaching his climax and he wanted Dixie to know about that. Increasing the pace more and more and becoming a bit more fierce, Demetrios held her on the spot, only he was the one who was moving his hips up and down as fast as he could, moments before the grand finale.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – From love making, from pain to pleasure, now they had lowered into the warm depths, with a guttural growl from Dixie, you knew she was close. Husky, was how her voice had become. Breathing through her nostrils, when he took her mouth. The kissing, frantic, like she couldn’t be left behind. Her ass now a little less tight, took him with ease. The perfect fit. Demetrios bucked up inside her, until you would think they were truly one body mass. Frantic, her fingers delved between the slick folds, and she was now taking sharp short breaths. His cock was now thick, wide, and had her about to burst. Faster, they moved, and she saw him blinking. Oh god….she wanted to come with him. She wanted to finish the race with him. Gritting her teeth, she finger fucked herself, disappearing up to her knuckles, while his slick member had her ass conquered. It was …almost there. She could see it…feel it. High pitch, the scale going higher…her lips parted,and she cried…”I’m….I’m coming…I’m…coming…DEM!!..God!” -she squirted hot jets onto her hands, and wanted to kiss him, bite him, have him cum with her, fucking and loving her. <3>
iShatteredSanity: – -Pushing more and more into the kiss, Demetrios did not even take a single breath. He was using all of the oxygen he had left and pushed himself over the limits by increasing the speed and the force behind each thrust. Literally melting into that kiss, he did not want to postpone it at all, plus he had figured out that she was close as well. He had seen the way that she had been using her plunged her fingers inside her vagina after all. Finally breaking the kiss and hearing Dixie cry out, he took a deep breath and gave everything he could into the few final thrusts before he arched his back and rammed his hard and throbbing cock as deep as he could inside her.- “FUCK!” –He shouted as he arched his head and tilted it backwards while pushing Dixie down on his cock that began spurting its hot and sticky milk inside her, at the very moment she began to squirt on her hand. Releasing more and more of his semen inside her, Demetrios slowly leaned back on the couch but still pushed Dixie down on his cock. Once he had leaned back on the couch, he moved his head forward, his lips finding hers and locking into a kiss so passionate, so fierce and wild, a kiss that he had never given her before. Panting and moaning he did not want to break the contact even for a single moment.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Dominant, hard, just so powerful. Demetrios pulled her down, breaking the kiss, and then. Like powered cannon, he fired multiple jets of milky semen up inside her. She could even feel his balls, constrict and move, his member pulsating within her red hot ass. The fire had been raging, and now the fireman put it out. Dixie’s head was filled with that one and only word “FUCK!” Oh..and he did. Dixie slowly pulled her hand out, and with glistening, dripping fingers, she massaged his balls, till they were milked dry. But it was his kiss, not stolen, but sealing them together. Hunger, was the only word to describe. He gave his all, and with her still held upon him, she had the second orgasm. With his mouth over hers, he would not hear her cries. But he could feel her chest, which was set to explode. Their love was beauty. To each other there was just one. Dangerous maybe, but they were like soul mates from the ages. Destined to be together. Her hands found his, and locked together, fingers intertwined. They just saved each other. <3>

I write….
I write to be heard around the world.
I write to express my desires.
I write to share my thoughts.
I write to entertain the audience.
I write to share love and laughter.
I write to feel joy and peace.
I write to make my characters real.
I write to relax and contemplate.
I write to create a world of fantasy.
I write to be one with my friends.
I write to be free, to be me.

The ABC award.
A big thank you to Dianna ( http://yaussiechick.wordpress.com/), who nominated me for the ABC award. I have to say, I am honoured and graciously accept this award. <3 So, to get the ball rolling, with the rules….here we go.
The rules of this award are:
- Add the ABC logo to your blog. (You can find the logo above, I just copied and pasted it from my nomination.)
- ABC about yourself using one word or phrase.
- Nominate however many blogs you wish.
- Let the recipient know via a link in their comments.
Need to think of all the A…B…C’s…..uhmmmm.
My list about myself from A – Z
- A. Agile.
- B. Bouncy
- C. Creative
- D. Dotty
- E. Evil
- F. Fast
- G. Giggly
- H. Happy
- I. Incredible
- J. Juicy
- K. Kind
- L. Loyal
- M. Moist (LOL)
- N. Nerdy
- O. Opinionated
- P. Passive.
- Q. Quirky
- R. Rebellious
- S. Spooky
- T. Timid
- U. Unbelievable
- V. Voluptuous
- W. Wise
- X. Xtreme (I don’t know)
- Y. Young
- Z. Zealous.
Now, for my nominations…
http://helpfindmyniche.wordpress.com/
http://bastetandsekhmet.wordpress.com/
http://annoyingpeopleblog.wordpress.com/
Congrats to the new nominees of the ABC award, and everyone have a great day/night blogging. <3

And the nominees are….
A big thank you this morning to Yolo of (http://yolonce12.wordpress.com/) for her kind nomination for the Shine On award. I am most honoured to accept this, and I thank everyone who comes to read Charlotte’s Web. This blog is a showcase of my writing, and that of my co-writers, as well as spider facts, music appreciation, poetry, and a lot of weird snippets of my life.
THE RULES ARE:
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. State 7 things about yourself
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award requirements.
Seven things about me are:
- I love the smell of cut grass in the summer time.
- Ginger beer with rum is my favourite summer time drink.
- Passionate dog lover.
- More of a night owl then a morning person.
- Love the challenge of writing with others to create a great story.
- Favourite meal is pasta – the Mona Lisa Fettuccini with sundried tomatoes, and bacon.
- Collector of Looney tune coffee mugs.
Now onto the nominees…..
- Claire Vlcek http://clairev04.com/
- Pnco http://pnco.wordpress.com/
- LadyBelz http://ladybelz.wordpress.com/
- LaineyB http://opendialogue4themasses.wordpress.com/
- Rachie http://rachieadventures.wordpress.com/
- Busymindthinking http://busymindthinking.com/
- Fabulous 50’s http://travelspirit333.com/
- The Love of College http://bubblegum5705.wordpress.com/
- The Silver Wolf http://silverwolf25.wordpress.com/
- Emily http://authoremilyguido.com/
- Cafe http://yourdailydoseblog.com/
- Viveka http://mygulitypleasures.wordpress.com/
- Moses http://letmypeopleblog.wordpress.com/
- Irunibreathe http://irunibreathe.com/
- http://babyjill7.wordpress.com/
Congrats to all the nominees and happy blogging everyone. <3

Life’s a beach.
Life’s a Beach.
Have you ever drawn your name on the sand?
Have you ever walked with a lover, hand in hand?
Have you felt the kiss of the morning sun?
Have you got your bikini bottoms wedged up your bum?
Have you buried your father up to his neck?
Have you left your lost your shoes on the beach side trek?
Have you ever been chased in by a wave?
Have you ever raised your hand for a lifeguard to come save?
Have you played cricket, or volleyball on the beach?
Have you watched the young surfers show the new kids, you know; teach?
Have you ever gotten sand all through the car?
Have you realized the beach is really not that far?
Have you woken up and seen the sun rise over a glistening sea?
Well, I have done all these things, for the beach is where we feel free.

Stop Calling Me (Stop Stalking me) – Shakaya
stop callin me, callin me
please stop stalking me, stalking me
just a fantasy, fantasy
that you have with me
well im dressed ready for a night with the girls
hair stiff with gel for my curls
not out for hooks just for a look
she lied as she tried to introduce me to her friend
i shook his hand and said “i gotta man”
from the look that he gave
a woman that he craves
im just tryin to behave yeah
(chorusx2)
at home, a knock on the door
then the phone, pick it up some breathing then a tone
check the door but whoever was there is gone
who knows who left the letter with the rose
regret it dont forget i got a man at home
my point ya gotta leave me the hell alone!
(chorusx2)
don’t call me on my phone (who gave you my number?)
tell me how did you find my home (my girls say your a sucker)
your causing trouble for me and my man understand
(understand understand)
i’ll never be your woman yeah!

The Blood of Kings is coming back!
For those of you who read the Blood Of Kings stories, that I have been posting up on my blog; GOOD NEWS! The Blood of Kings group is back on imvu, thanks to the love and dedication of its members. All the favourites will be back, but there is a time skip, after the Great War. Looking forward to posting up the stories again soon, with lots of dramatic new twists and excitement. Also, to those who read this from the imvu…*ahem*…future posting is to be screened and edited, so that there are no reasons for flagging this group in future. You know who you are. <3 Haters gonna hate.
WELCOME BACK BoK!

A dedication – Carly Simon’s You’re so vain. ^_^
You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and…
You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t You?
You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and…
You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t You? Don’t You?
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and…
You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t You?
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not you’re with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and…
You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t You? Don’t you?
You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you

Prison’s flash mob.Michel Jackson’s song
Shout out time! For my fellow writers and role players
For the last six weeks or so, I think I have really gotten stuck into forum role play, which I had tried before, but truly fell in love with when I started to write with such amazing people.
My thanks to the following, who are my role play family.
Lady Belz <3 My rp partner extraordinaire Belz is my rp pirate love on “A Pirate’s Life.” , Sexy demoness mate on Rosas Spinis, Daughter on Blood of Kings; the fiesty Tempest, as well as best friend to Dixie on Death Club as Mia.
iShatteredSanity <3 What can I say about this guy? The amazing work as GM of Death Club, as well as rp partner to Dixie, and nemesis to my wicked Ayalah. A real legend, and fantastic guy.
KingFalthosHellbore <3 An incredible writer, we work together on “OWE” the Carrendar series which is getting really exciting after over a year waiting for the dramatic conclusion. <3
LuxusCarrendar <3 My rock. The White spider and cyborg Mrk2….so many good stories to come from our collaborations.
TheGorya <3 <3 The man who helped end the series “Trek to the Summit” which was my pet project and ran for well over a year. Now working on a new arc, with the Carrendar kids <3
xOEsmeOx <3 My sweet love blossom and player of Selene, who is the eternal love of Joffrey, my wayward demon Prince. This girl is truly gifted, and stuns me daily with her posts. <3
PrimoVon <3 -squeals like a fan girl- Lord, has your chara gotten my poor Amelia in a pickle. I love waking up to your posts every day. Mwah!
izatox <3 Hehe my evil rp wifey on Blood of Kings. Oh how your Metia drives poor Henry to distraction and back. I have plans for that arc. Bahahaha.

Happy Birthday Carrendar Role play.
Four years ago today, marks the anniversary of the birth of Carrendar role play.
Welcome to the Carrendar Chronicles, Carrendar’s Role play battle spar group, designed for those who like to share their knowledge in T1 combat, roleplay rules and ettiquite. (OOC group)
Membership: Access Pass holders only
Access: Public
Group Owner: CharlotteCarrendar
Category: Role-Playing
Date Formed: 2009-11-30 12:14:37
Members: 1034
To everyone who has written with and been a part of our stories, combat sessions and training, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I never thought it would continue for this long. Four years is a long time on the imvu client, and while not everyone likes our style of role play, it works for many.
Happy Birthday Carrendar. <3
http://www.imvu.com/groups/group/The%2BCarrendar%2BChronicles/
http://thecarrendarchronicles.com/

The Morning after…..
Meanwhile…on skype…
[8:40:58 AM] Belz: Easy day for you then
[8:41:02 AM] Spider.: for me, yeah
[8:41:25 AM] Spider.: last night was drinks at the local bowls club
[8:41:33 AM] Belz: Nice!
[8:41:35 AM] Spider.: all the kids were doing bare foot bowls
[8:41:59 AM] Spider.: and the flood lights came on, and every bug and insect in town went PARTY
[8:42:10 AM] Belz: Rotflmao!
[8:42:19 AM] Spider.: lol was hilarious
[8:42:28 AM] Spider.: they had nibbles, you know chinese finger food
[8:42:34 AM] Spider.: damn to hell been farting all night
[8:42:48 AM] Belz: -snickers-
[8:42:52 AM] Spider.: it was terrible
[8:43:06 AM] Spider.: my belly is going…reject all this gas!
[8:43:08 AM] Belz: (rofl)
[8:43:24 AM] Spider.: I could blow up a hundred balloons of smelly
[8:43:30 AM] Belz: -dies-
[8:43:38 AM] Belz: oh stop! you’re killin me!
[8:43:38 AM] Spider.: probably take off too
[8:43:48 AM] Spider.: up in the clouds on my smelly gas
[8:43:54 AM] Belz: oh my ribs!
[8:43:54 AM] Spider.: pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft!
[8:44:09 AM] Spider.: I lay in bed..going….ffs stop already
[8:44:10 AM] Belz: -slids off her chair-
[8:44:26 AM] Belz: That’s insane lol!
[8:46:27 AM] Spider.: up…up and away with Julie’s farts…today…!
[8:46:34 AM] Belz: -snickers-
[8:46:42 AM] Spider.: no seriously my tummy hurts
[8:46:51 AM] Spider.: no more chinese mix for me
[8:46:52 AM] Spider.: ‘(worry)
[8:47:07 AM] Belz: need some maloxx
[8:47:23 AM] Spider.: -opens a window and fans self-
[8:47:30 AM] Belz: lol
[8:47:47 AM] Spider.: there…now you is no longer grumpy
[8:47:53 AM] Spider.: Mission accomplished@
[8:47:59 AM] Belz:
[8:48:02 AM] Spider.: -score fist-
[8:48:14 AM] Belz: Ya goofball lol
[8:48:15 AM] Belz: (heart)
[8:48:19 AM] Spider.: :3 ya love me
[8:48:26 AM] Spider.: my bum….
[8:48:28 AM] Spider.: :/
[8:48:35 AM] Belz: Lol!

Haven Castle – Vaas Plains (11) – The Blood of Kings.
Metia keep watching Clarice as the little girl keep on caressing her turtle, once she heard Selene’s words about how it wasn’t easy being a mother, and that Tempest didn’t made things easier for her. Metia just smiled and nodded. Selene sometimes was like that, even tho she was way more obedient than her brother, and of course, than Clarice.
“You were the most quiet and obedient, I ever had.”
Metia told Selene as she thought about the past, when everything was different, when Selene was a little girl, even tho she doesn’t wish all of her past back, lots of problems happen, and that was the phase that Metia had that desire on wanting to take over her husband’s kingdom, and was wicked like hell. But time changed her, or love changed her, she started to love Henry and once he turned the tables, she only felt pain, because she was finally feeling how it is to have somebody ignore her beauty and her existence. Love basically conquers all, well in books it always does.
Soon the subject changed, and now it was about Joffrey, if there was nothing that Selene could do for him, and if Henry would truly kill him.
“OR will Joffrey kill your father?”
Metia replayed Selene with a question and not an answer. She rose her head slowly, and saw somebody else in the throne room, but then her eyes changed to the extreme large window as she looked at the sky.
“I’ve already faced Joffrey’s demon, when you got pregnant. And I felt he was able to do anything to destroy what got in his way.”
Metia was remembering that meeting with Joffrey, that thing even “eat a bit of her”, at least one of her birds, when Metia shifted into dozen birds he ate two or something, luckily for her it only left her some scratches on her true body figure.
“The only thing that stopped him was probably the thought of you. If it is meant to be, he will stop, or either will regret his mistakes. In the end love tends to conquer all.”
Would this really happen? She feared losing her husband, this wasn’t easy for neither of the two them. Both their husbands were going in a war, that maybe one of them would die. Would it be easy for Metia face her daughter if her husband dies? Or will it be easy for Selene face her own father if he kills Joffrey? Life isn’t easy.
“But all we can do now just, wait.”
She finally turned her head to look at her daughter, and showed her some small smile while saying those words. It was the best comfort in words Metia could give.
As her mother admitted that she was the most quiet and obedient child she ever had, Selene couldn’t help but laugh softly. It was true, she had been such a well-behaved child and forever idolized her mother…even to this day. But so much had changed from the day she had met Joffrey for the first time. To reflect on a time when she was so quiet was humorous in a time of sorrow. But soon the conversation steered back to Joffrey, and the princess felt an ache in her chest. She too remembered that horrible time when she felt her fiance had forsaken her. She lay in an inn dying, and she felt like her world was ending. There was no point living if she could not do so with her dark prince. And yet, there was a war waging between her own blood and her one true love. Life was truly cruel.
Love did conquer all as her mother proceeded to state, but could it really stop a war between all that Selene herself loved? Feeling torn and broken, she turned to look at her mother. A war was happening whether they liked it or not. Either Joffrey or Henry would die, and Selene would be heartbroken no matter what. And what if her husband killed her father? Surely her own life would end from the loss. What was going to happen to her baby?
So many negative thoughts swirled around in her mind. But she knew she had to be strong. Tempest was her daughter, her own flesh and blood, born from the very love that the world condemned. Nothing could destroy it. Smiling faintly as she thought of the strength Tempest brought to both families, Selene looked at her mother with tears in her eyes “I just wish my daughter was here to wait with me.”
It was true. The princess longed for her daughter to be here, as well as her son. But looked at his grieving mother after Tempest had stormed out and had no words. Bowing to his mother and grandmother, he slipped out to find solace in the library.
But when he’d laid hands on her and kissed her like that?
It made her tingle still thinking of it.
She wandered around the unfamiliar halls, watching servants and errant knights run about, doing whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.
She passed the open doors of the castle’s library, taking a quick peek inside. She would have continued down the hall but a familiar head of honey-colored hair caught her attention and she backtracked. Stepping into the library, her steps were light on the flagstones as she approached the figure bent over one of the more heavier tomes.
“Hello, Lucan.” Tempest greeted softly.
Lucan stood before a vast mapping table, different charts and maps scattered around. In one hand, he held a thick leather book that was filled with different war strategies. His other hand was busy dragging his pointer finger from place to place as if he were coming up with a strategy all his own. He felt utterly useless to his family. The young warlock didn’t know enough to fight, and yet he wished to defend his family just as his grandfather was. So here he was, finding solace if the vast amount of books and maps offered to him.
When he heard the pleasant sound of his sister’s voice, Lucan glanced up to offer a small smile to his sister. “Hello, Tempest. Do you wish to join me?” One of the castle servants was close by and seemed to have a fondness for the young wizard. When Lucan glanced towards her and reached out for his tankard of mead, she blushed furiously and bowed her head. Despite being born out of wedlock, it seemed Lucan was able to capture respect like a royal. He chuckled softly before looking at Tempest once more as he brought the tankard to his lips “Would you care for some honeymead? It is quite excellent.”
The servant girl walked over and bowed her head politely with a gentle smile, one hand holding the tray with the other gestured towards the mead. As Lucan waited to see if his sister would partake in a drink with him, he searched her face warily. After a moment or two, he asked quietly “Are you as troubled as I am? “ Lucan chose his words carefully. He despised Joffrey himself for what he was doing to his family, but he knew that the prince was still Tempest’s father. He would have to be be respectful.
Metia watched her daughter, Selene, with a small smile upon her face. Clarice was already removing herself from Metia’s lap, as she just sat down at her feet, and keep playing with her turtle, the little princess seemed to be more interested on her own turtle, even tho deep inside she was caring about this matter, about this entire war, and she feared something bad would happen to her father, she had never met Joffrey before so she doesn’t care about him, whoever, she cares about her sister, Selene, and she knows if this Joffrey dies, Selene will be devastated, even tho that man isn’t the same anymore. Her mother says love conquers all, but it can also fuck up everything, right?
Whenever Metia noticed Selene’s eyes getting redder as she was about to cry again, Metia quickly removed herself from her throne and walked up to Selene as she got on her knees and wrapped her arms around her daughter, tightly, hugging her with the all love she had, and giving it all to her daughter, the strength both wanted and the support they needed.
“Its going to be okay, just give Tempest some space, she will be fine. She’s still a young lady, and sooner or later will understand it is not her fault. Sometimes what she really needs is space from her mother and company from somebody else or just alone.”
Metia whispered into Selene’s ear, as she began to play slowly with Selene’s hair and caress her back with her other hand, still hugging her daughter. She was simple telling Selene what she used to do when her children were younger, she gave them space once she knew that they really didn’t wanted her around, or they needed time to deal with their problems alone and have the solution alone.
Metia pulled back and stared at her daughter’s face as she tucked a bang of her hair behind her ear.
“Whatever happens, you will at least always have your mother love.”
Metia told her with a warming smile.
“Yes, thank you.” Tempest nodded, slipping into the chair beside him.
“Would you care for some honeymead? It is quite excellent.”
“No,but thank you for the offer.” she replied. There was a silence between the two as he continued pouring over charts and graphs.
“Are you as troubled as I am?”
“A little.” Tempest replied, staring at her hands. And then her anguish and heartbreak began to pour out of her. “This whole thing is my fault, Lucan and I don’t know how to fix it! If I had just done what my grandfather asked, none of this would be happening! And now..it’s too late! I’m going to lose my family!” Tempest felt tears welling up in her eyes and flow down her cheeks. “And now there’s a man out there…a fae prince…fighting in a war that’s not even his to fight…all because of me! If he dies…” She covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the sob that wanted to escape her throat. “I wish I was dead.” she mumbled sadly. “Everybody would be better off if I was no longer alive.”
Some would have been horrified by her words, how she wished she was dead. The guilt of her actions was eating her alive and she didn’t know how she was going to bounce back from the hurt and the pain she was feeling. Her life was worth nothing to her anymore. She just wanted the people she hurt to be safe and whole.
Selene watched as her sister played with the turtle. The younger princess seemed so content to play by herself that she found herself envying Clarice. Her life seemed so perfect in her own little world. When tears began to fall, she was surprised when her mother got up to kneel before her with a hug. It seemed so much had changed with her parents. Leaning forward, Selene wrapped her arms around Metia and closed her eyes. With her mother’s affections, the world seemed a tad bit brighter. Listening to her mother give her advice on Tempest, Selene knew she was right. Tempest needed her space, and it was often something she needed herself when she felt frustrated.
Pulling back to look at her mother, she said “I just hope that she stays safe.” Seeing her mother’s smile, she offered a weak smile in return.
Soon Magda returned in a simple yet elegant dark blue dress that brought out her eyes. It fit her perfectly while keeping her modestly covered as she should be in the angel realm. Walking into the room, it was then that she noticed the stranger that came in with Tempest. Stepping cautiously towards him, she asked politely “Do you seek an audience with the king and queen?”
The Library
As his sister slipped in the chair beside him, Lucan sat down and neglected the charts. Crossing his legs like a gentleman, he looked over at Tempest while placing his hands on his knee “Of course” he responded in regards to her preferring not to drink.
Soon the princess began to spill about her feelings and what her part had played in the war. Lucan listened politely and intently as she spoke, his head nodding every so often as he pondered silently. Seeing her so distraught only increased his anger towards Joffrey further but he would not speak based on his own prejudices.
When the fae prince was mentioned, the young warlock raised an eyebrow with intrigue and smiled faintly “My dearest sister, are you in love?” Waving a hand so she did not feel obligated to answer that, he continued “Yes, I am sure things would have been a bit different if you went with a powerful king’s decree. However, that is the past and what’s done is done. But the prince is waging a war against our mother’s kingdom. A kingdom that is known to be peaceful. You cannot blame yourself for your father’s corruption.”
As Lucan spoke, he wanted to speak foully of the demon prince. And yet, he himself had been born out of dark magic. How could he judge a situation he did not know everything about. With a deep sigh, he spoke quietly “I truly believe Joffrey would not do something to hurt mother and yourself so. There must be something else going on. Something you cannot blame yourself for.” Leaning forward, he grabbed Tempest’s hands “I do not wish you were dead. Yes, you may have acted poorly on behalf of your father and the demon king. But you are young. You know how imperfect your own parents are. Feeling sorry for yourself will not keep your knight alive.”
-As Ryo empties his flask, he bends down and puts it back into his left boot, where it belonged. As he sits back up, he sees the woman walking toward him.-
Stepping cautiously towards him, she asked politely “Do you seek an audience with the king and queen?”
-He felt like a worm being dangled in front of a fish, but wanted to be as polite as he could, so he stands up, removing his hood an bows his head to her-
“Honestly, I am not sure, ma’am. I arrived here with Lady Tempest, but it seems that there are more pressing matters here… But if I would have left, I would have been seen as a spy. I do not need any more beings hunting me down. So, I guess what I am saying is that at the very least, I do not want to make an enemy of this kingdom.”
-He felt a little unease as he stood there. He was not sure what she would say.-
-He thinks to himself- I am not sure what will happen here, but whatever the outcome will be, I will accept it.
“Of course I blame myself! If I had just done what I was asked…and now it’s too late.”
She looked away from her brother, her tears leaving silver trails down her cheeks. He reached over and took her hands.
“I truly believe Joffrey would not do something to hurt mother and yourself so. There must be something else going on. Something you cannot blame yourself for….I do not wish you were dead. Yes, you may have acted poorly on behalf of your father and the demon king. But you are young. You know how imperfect your own parents are. Feeling sorry for yourself will not keep your knight alive.”
“He is not my knight.” she declared hotly, her body language screaming “denial”. And it was somewhat true. Sirus and his family had been kind to her when she was in need. She owed them a debt she wasn’t sure she could repay. And now he was out there with her grandfather. “And I would truly hate myself more than I already do if he were to come to harm.” she whispered.
Without waiting for Lucan to reply, Tempest rose to her feet and strode from the library.
—
Castle Courtyard
Some of the servants were staring at the young princess in awe. She was standing in the middle of the courtyard with her golden wings extended to their fullest width. Her blonde hair was blowing around her as if caught in an invisible wind and her eyes were closed. She looked almost Angelic and they wondered if she was of the Holy Lands much like the Thrones of the Lord. One brave soul approached Tempest, a hand out to touch her. Tempest’s eyes snapped open and her eyes flared red.
“Don’t touch me!” she snarled, her demon fangs clearly visible in her mouth. The poor boy jumped back in fright and the others realized she was more her father’s daughter than her mother’s. Tempest crouched low to the ground and with a single flap of her majestic wings, launched herself into the sky.
She flew around the battlements under the watchful gaze of the guards, who had been warned beforehand that Tempest was a hybrid and to give her space when she needed it.
She flew in a circle around the castle, higher and higher until she was near the tallest tower at the tallest part of the castle. Like a majestic bird of prey, she landed upon its roof and from there she had a perfect view of the battle. She could see dust clouds in the distance of the approaching demon horde and she could make out her grandfather upon his horse as the encampment at the training grounds was slowly dismantled.
She crouched upon the roof, head bent as the skies overhead opened up and the rain began to fall.
“Please…keep them safe…keep my family safe.” she whispered.
Madga looked at the stranger curiously, wondering what his purpose was here. But as he stated why he was here, the mermaid looked around curiously. Tempest seemed to not be here anymore and she wondered silently if the princess was all right. Her blue eyes fell on Selene inquisitively before she looked back at the stranger. She seemed clearly confused while looking at him.
“Well…I…um. I am Magda, Princess Selene’s handmaiden. I can assure you, the last thing this kingdom needs is a spy.” Her eyes searched his face before she asked “Why were you traveling with Princess Tempest?” Realizing she was being rude by asking so many questions, she smiled weakly and added “Forgive me if I appear rude. Everything is just so hectic now.”
Castle Library
Lucan watched his sister’s outburst silently. She seemed so convinced that she had to be down on herself, and he was done doting on her feelings. Things were far too bad now to sit here and stroke his sister’s conscience. Tempest felt it was her fault and no matter what anyone said, it was how she would continue to feel.
Still saying nothing as tears rolled down her eyes, the young warlock just sighed heavily. Before he could manage to even say anything, she was storming off yet again. Lucan crossed his arms and stared at the empty seat before him. Everything was just a mess.
Selene was in a daze with his grandmother, Magda was dealing with her own loss, and Tempest was completely down in the dumps. Could he help no one?
Still silent, Lucan picked up the leather book again and began to absorb himself in his reading once more. It was all he really could do at this point.
]”Well…I…um. I am Magda, Princess Selene’s handmaiden.
-He listens to her as she speaks to him, taking note of her nervousness. He listened to her closely, trying to pick out any underlying threats. It had become a habit of his to do this, never really trusting anyone. Was he a fool, or did he just trust too much of others, especially those he had just met.
Why were you traveling with Princess Tempest?”
“No need to apologize, I completely understand, Miss Magda. I am a refugee, a fugitive on the run. I had been in the mountains, hiding out for a few days, and one night, the princess had found the light from the cave and came in. It had been a long time since I had the privilege to hold a conversation with another. I found that she did not repulse me, and once we drifted off to sleep, we were attacked by trolls, and she diverted their attention momentarily. I followed her here because I would not have survived the onslaught of attacks, and could not stay there an longer. I though that I would have been a little more accepted here, though I knew not of the affairs that were coming loose here.”
-He sat there, looking to the woman as he spoke. Once he finished, he looked down. He was not sure why, but he thought to himself that it would be better if he just told the complete truth, what they did with him from there was becoming more and more inconsequential.
Magda offered a small smile when he said he understood and went on to explain how he was on the run. It made sense to her that someone would seek refuge in a peaceful angelic kingdom such as this. From what the handmaiden had seen, both the king and queen were quite welcoming. However, at the moment, everything seemed a bit broken. Princess Selene was in a daze and worried about her family, Queen Metia worried for her family as well, and Lucan and Tempest were nowhere to be seen in the throne room.
As Ryo explained the troll attacks, worry crossed her face “The princess was attacked by trolls? Are her parents even aware of this?” With a sigh, she realized he probably didn’t know that.
Turning away from him, she ran a hand through her hair before exhaling slowly. This was just a mess. Glancing at him once more, she offered another small smile “Would you like me to fetch you anything to drink? I suppose you are a guest here in the castle now.”
As Lucius magic had foreshadowed, the Queen of Elves and young Lady Karena were transported back to Haven Castle in a flash of blinding light. Some guards came running at them, but immediately recognized the noble and Queen form earlier. “We wish to speak with Queen Metia. However, there is an item I require urgently that only the young Lady can attain.” The guards nodded and stood aside a bit to let Celandiam speak with Karena. “Do you remember where you were born?” Karena though a moment before responding. “Yes. In the mountains, at Angel’s home.” Celandiam nodded and continued after the Lady answered. “The item is hidden there, among the floorboards. The item is the key to a chamber below the… house itself, where the real object I require is hidden. It will not be easy to retrieve, but you can signal Lucius from the location and he will transport you back. You will only have to fly there. Do you remember how to find it?” Karena glanced at the guards and nodded, then spread her greyed wings. She’d never had the blessing of white wings, because of her mother’s possession during the pregnancy. She, fortunately, had also never been taught the difference between black and white winged angels, so she did not know the significance of her misfortune.
As soon as Karena took flight, Celandiam turned back to the guards and raised a single pale eyebrow. They immediately stood at attention and bowed to her, then turned to lead her to the queen.
Castle Halls
“I will wait here for the young Lady Karena, good knights. Thank you.” The Casterly guards looked at each other worriedly when the Queen of Elves suddenly stopped walking, but they simply nodded. One went to fetch Prince Lucan so that he be aware of the audience that was going to be requested of his grandmother, and the other went to make said grandmother Queen Metia aware of the audience as well.
Castle Library
“M’lord, Queen Celandiam of the Free Elves and Lady Karena Jameson of Stormwind are to seek an audience with our own Queen when the young Lady returns. Do you wish to attend?” The guard seemed nervous, but perhaps it was because the Daughter of the Moon was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. And Lady Jameson wasn’t far behind her.
Throne Room
As the second guard entered the great throne room, he kneeled before Queen Metia and her daughters and bowed his had. “My Queen, Queen Celandiam of the Free Elves, Daughter of the Moon, has sent two powerful warriors among our knights and King to fight House Brax. Her companion, Lady Karena Jameson, daughter of the late Lady Johanna and missing Lord Karl Jameson of Stormwind, has gone to acquire something for Queen Celandiam. When the young Lady returns, they wish to request an audience with you and the princesses.” He kept his head down when he finished, hoping he had worded everything correctly.
Metia stared at her daughter into her eyes, as she kept her arms slowly around her body, so she could still comfort Selene.Metia could see that Selene was a bit surprised on seeing Metia hugging her like this, but time did change everybody, and changed a lot Metia, now she’s way better than before. Whenever Selene said she hoped Tempest would be safe, Metia simple nodded, its not like her guards would stop doing their work, even if the war is going on, right? And there’s Lucan as well for Tempest, maybe the both of them can get to know more each other, and get a long, maybe a company of a sibling is needed, who knows.
As Metia was having her time with Tempest some guard decided to step in, and say something. Metia stood up from the ground, and stared down at the guard, as she heard his words. It seems the Queen Celandiam of the Free elves, wanted to have a chat with her. She sent two powerful warriors among her knights and her king to fight House Brax, she was glad this Queen done such thing, and she wouldn’t mind to have a chat with this Queen, even tho her husband is out there, fighting for his kingdom, all she can do now is just pray everything goes fine, and she never prays, she never believed in such thing, and yet, she’s feeling something that makes her want to pray, even tho she doesn’t believe in such things.
“Alright, tell them that I allow and invite them into my castle for the audience.”
Metia told the guard, as the man simple bowed and went tell the others about this.
Clarice was still on the ground, leaning her back against her mother’s throne, she kept on playing with her turtle, yet her ears was focused on everything, her eyes wasn’t watching much, but she was still pretty much aware of what is going on, and is feelings the pain the others does as well, maybe not as much as they do, but enough.
(Minerva)
If one were to be watching the war unfold from high above, to the east they would see the red glow of the battle between Angel and Demon forces, right on the borders of the Vaas and Night lands. The dull roar of the battle could be heard for many many miles, and no doubt this would leave the people of the Vaas wondering if their Knights and soldiers would be coming home….or going to meet their maker.
But…from the north, a dreaded sight. For the Women, the Witches, Vampires and all dark females were now riding on beasts and brooms, heading straight for the Vaas lands, and to seize a window of opportunity against the royals of the Casterly.
Headed in the front of the large swarm, was none other than Minerva and her three sisters. Each looking frightful and wicked, with their hair flowing about them, their silken black robes billowing, as they cackled and whooped, not caring who heard them.
“Almost there…I can taste that angelic aura…fly faster!” Minerva urged, as Portia giggled and sang, flying in behind her. Ethel was licking her lips in anticipation of tasting Tempest’s essence.
“I smell….I smell….”
“You do actually.” Delilah said, who was riding in behind her..
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The rain continued to fall as the battlegrounds became damp with the blood of the fallen. Angels and Demons alike fell to their foes and Tempest simply wished it would all stop. Tears mixed with the rain upon her face as the sounds of the battle echoed across the lands to where she sat, still upon the roof of the tower.
A cackling drew her attention away from the battlefield and she looked northward. A dark swarm, which she at first mistook for a storm cloud, was heading in her direction. As the darkness moved closer, she realized it was no cloud. It was a coven of witches.
“Oh no!” Tempest whispered to herself. She realized the implications of this. With most of the men out in the battle, the castle and its inhabitants were left virtually unprotected. “Mother! Grandmother!” she gasped. She stood quickly and unfurled her wings. Shaking the water from her form, she launched herself from the tower and began making her way to the ground. She had to put out the warning so the others could get to safety. She would not let another member of her family come to harm. Not if she could help it.
But would she be able to call out the alarm in time?
Selene was enjoying the comfort from her mother when she heard others being announced. Sitting up in her throne, she looked down at the guests curiously. It was hardly the time to be entertaining, but it appeared the elves had sent reinforcements to help with the war. Offering a polite smile, she said nothing. Metia was handling the business herself and the princess was dealing with her own inner turmoil.
She was happy to hear that her father would be protected…but she still felt so torn about her husband being in the war. Was he even her husband anymore? Did he love her? What of their family? So many thoughts and doubts clouded her mind that she hardly was the princess her mother could be proud of.
Castle Library
Lucan was once more reading in the library when he was interrupted yet again. Glancing up, he raised an eyebrow as the man announced his news “My audience? I suppose I ought to attend. It would be wise to check on my mother.” It seemed he was speaking more to himself than the man, but it didn’t matter to him. Stepping around the table, he offered a polite smile“Shall we?”
As he stepped by, it was then that he noticed the fair maiden. Pausing in his steps, his smile grew as he bowed “A pleasure to meet you, m’lady. I am Lucan Casterly. Will you give me the honor of escorting you?” Taking her hand, he brushed his lips over her soft skin before tucking her hand under his arm. Looking down at her with a boyish smile, he waited for her permission to lead her to the throne room.
The sky grew dark, with rolling clouds that splintered lightning bolts. The ominous sound of thunder rolling across the plains and mountains signaled that a storm was brewing, but in fact, this was no ordinary storm, no….this was the signal of a diabolical force that was on the wind, using extraordinary powers granted to some of earth’s most evil females. Cackling laughter, hooting and screaming obscenities, had gathered on mass in a force that few had seen before. The grand aerial procession began to circle the castle turrets, with hair flowing wild and free from witches large and small, dark and tall. A dark shadow befell the castle Haven and many windows from the smallest room, to the grand throne room were blasted open, cracking with a blue energy no one would have ever seen before. Curtains billowed and those that had gathered in rooms across the castle may well be dumbfounded by the unnatural event taking place. Witches, Vampires, dragons of night, goblins, necromancers…an ominous sight.
“BEHOLD…THE ROYAL JEWEL, SISTERS!” Screamed Minerva who rode high upon her ancient broom.
And then it happened, whizzing through each open door and window, the black clothed army arrived on mass, causing paintings to fall off walls, statues to collapse.
Throne Room
Witches…witches three and their leader arrived in the Throne room through the opened balcony window, and lept off their broomsticks, and stood tall amongest angel and elf folk. Behind them, vampires emerged from sweeping black mist, and the crowd grew to a size that would overwhelm those within.
In the midst of this corrupt crew, was Minerva, who wore the King of Brax’s collar, its jewel gleaming with a radiation of power. She glanced side to side and then snarled as she saw the Queen and her daughter Clarice.
“What..have we here? The -tries not to laugh- Angel Queen and her…ch…ch…child. PORTIA…get the kid!”
Portia licked her lips and flicked back her hair, moving at lightning speed and clasping the girl around the throat, lifting her up and off the ground.
“Like this?” She squealed, shaking the girl as though she was a fish.
“Like that…yes.” Minerva laughed, as Rashna unfurled her wings from behind her in a show of strength.
“PUT HER DOWN!”
Portia stuck out her tongue at Rashna and said simply. “No.”
In the mean time, Ethel was sniffing the air. “I smell….I smell….TEMPEST!” Ethel said with a gasp, as Delilah jumped up and down clapping her hands. “Finally…we will be BEAU-TI-FUL” she said, smoothing back her hair and showing off her over sized mole.
Minerva didn’t care for all that, she had her sights set on the Queen, Metia.
“SO…You’re the one my King, my MASTER told me all about. How…on earth you came to be Queenie of all this, is beyond me. What did you do to blind the King to what you…TRULY are? Hmm? She said with a menacing stare. “Well, doesn’t matter…you are going to meet with MY King again……right…about…NOW!”
At this moment, the jewel within her collar glowed brightly, showing a rainbow of color that then streamed out and formed bolts of light, that moved with the eerie look of snake like streams, gathering around Metia, and turning into a cage, that looked to harden like steel. A trap of sorts, that made her look like a bird in a cage.
The other witches and vampires all laughed and hooted, to see this show of power.
The battle to kidnap the Queen had begun…..
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2013 – What a year!
Well, its almost over. And as I look back, I can honestly say it was a year of many extremes, but as I come to the end, I am glad to have experienced it all. Health wise I haven’t been the best, and two hospital stints were enough to give me a wake up call. A new job meant new challenges, which I tackled head on, and getting time to continue my writing got a lot harder. But when you love something like writing and role playing as much as I do, you find a way. The way forward was to go into forum writing. I honestly never thought I would like it or..no..love it as much as I do. With my working schedule, and those people on different time lines, writing live became harder and harder to do. But now, as I write for something like ten different forums, I can really try new things like different characters, genres…and also the chance to write with some pretty terrific writers.
The phrase “When a door closes, somewhere a window opens”, became very true for me. I am blessed with the joy of good friends, that I continue to speak to both in real and on skype.
I have so many ideas for the new year, but since my holidays starts in ..one day, I am going to let those ideas go into the back of my mind, till I come home. I really want to enjoy my Christmas with my family.
To my readers, a big thank you to you all. Your likes, and comments have truly touched my heart, and I love to share my writings with you all. I hope you all have a safe and wonderful Christmas with your families. Drive carefully, and drink responsibly.
To my co writers and fellow role players; thank you. You have made this all worthwhile.
Special thanks to LadyBelz. My Minion and role play partner. ”You’re simply the best.”
See you all in 2014!!!!
Char <3
