Post by Hara Small Fire on May 6, 2010 0:50:25 GMT -8
Name:
Hara Small Fire
Nickname(s):
Hara
Age:
20
Date of Birth:
February 21
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Blood:
Wind Elemental/Bardic Golem
Abilities:
Wind Whisper
Twister Shield
Loyalty:
Hara will always try and do the right thing.
Status/Occupation:
Hermit
Click for the fantastic picture drawn by Meg!
She stands: One inch over five feet off the ground; small for her species.
She walks with: 112 pounds of evenly spaced weight.
She watches with: Shimmering gold eyes that spark like molten lava.
She runs her fingers through: Straight, golden hair that falls to the middle of her back.
Her skin is pale silver like moonlight.
Her face is heart shaped; her cheekbones proud.
Her lips are sensuous and promising.
Her body is bare; free to soak in the spring air.
And when she walks, her feet barely graze the ground.
Hara skips daintily through the marsh.
Barely a splash as she waltzes through the murky water.
She rides the wind as surely as she exists.
And when you speak or call her name, she hardly cares to listen.
Face attentive, expression kind…
One would never guess what she is feeling.
Not by a look, anyway.
I am a writer.
Unique, complex, nothing special.
The written word holds everything I would never dare to speak.
Read at your own risk.
I am creative.
I see Litharia as a land of possibilities.
There is a story waiting to be written.
Is it yours? Or mine?
I am emotional.
See it now, for it has been written.
Never spoken.
I do not wish to be condemned.
I am sexual.
Feminine beauty warms the ice around my heart.
Caress me, darling…
And I will be your guardian angel.
My own words.
He said he was mine
Always and forever, my protector and my guardian
Reality was even more blissful than my dreams
And that says a lot…
Sometimes I caught him staring
Maybe it was my imagination
Anyway, what did it matter? He said he was mine
Little Hara was a fool
Leaving never felt so good.
First I was consumed by hatred
I eventually had to realize; you weren’t worth it
Really
Everyone knew you broke your vow of loyalty
Bastard
Under the full moon, I watched you hunted down
Renamed. Traitor to the blood.
Never again will I be so fooled.
Even now I remember the taste of victory
Demanding your total compliance as we drained you dry.
The words of the maker.
Hara knew she was weak, but this was ridiculous. How could something as simple as a date make her feel this way? February 19th. Two and a half days before her birthday. That was when…
The half breed looked at her guest with a blank expression. Her shimmering gold eyes seemed to focus on nothing in particular. They betrayed nothing. There was no anger, no resentment, nothing to show that she wished she had not picked up the stray traveler after all. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the gentle whisper of the wind. She felt her flaxen hair float upon it, wrap around it…
She wanted to close her eyes and experience the wind, forget about the terrible date. She should never have spoken to the person before her. Ignorance, after all, was bliss. She shouldn’t have. But she did. And now she was forced to face the consequences. “I see…” was all she was able to come up with.
Hara turned and continued to tend to the fire. She did not feel like speaking anymore. Her guest would think something was wrong if Hara stopped. The elemental wracked her brain for something-anything-to talk about. Ah! “So…What brings you to the Westward Marshes?”