Hellion

Musings n' Dreams

oh to be inside you
to feel you close in on me
to see your eyebrows raise skyward
and hear your voice lose all control.

but then the dream is gone
and I lay in an empty bed
beside I ghost I never knew.

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Vah'lux turned to see an unfamiliar figure going through a tattered bag full of equipment, their frame thin and lean, much more than that of a human. Angular facial features that hinted…no, it was clear by knife-like ears partially hidden by unkempt hair. An elf? Were they imprisoned as well? The Goliath couldn't recall a fifth prisoner, but that didn't mean one did not exist, as the stranger's race was known for their stealth and silence when it was most needed.

The pseudo-giant continued fastening the leather straps, laces, and belts that kept her toughed hide armor secured to her body, making sure the cloth underwraps were flattened as to not cause discomfort while worn. The armor itself had not been with her for long, as it was created during the long journey from Thraduum, so even some adjustments were having to be continually made in order for the materials to form to her muscular physique. In anycase, it served its purpose.

Gathering the remaining rations and few items that were on her person upon arrest, she stored them in the leather and fur rucksack and slung it over her shoulder before walking over to where the feral-looking Elf had been.

"How are you on food supply?" Vah'lux asked, her voice a bit more husky than usual from very little conversation while incarcerated.

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If I don't get Japanese food tonight, you're all going to have hell to pay.

@HaleyTheRandom

Look at you, moving up from Crunchwraps

But speaking of Japanese food, I discovered a new place that opened up near me that has the most delish shiitake mushroom dishes, which is one of my favs

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The roads were busy as usual for a morning commute through lower Manhattan, and Joss wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed again. Their schedule was all fucked from the last few weeks of working a few different jobs, as well as being the errand monkey for the Esposito family of tax-evaders, extortioners, and all around assholes. It was a tough gig for sure, and there was little room for error, but the pay made it worth the effort.

Aside from work as a “driver”, Joss also had been working part-time as a mechanic at a local auto shop. Something that they had a knack thanks to both a dad and uncle who were major gearheads.

With breakfast on the mind and the stomach, Joss stopped at Hector's, a little cafe on 27th that was one of their favorite places, parking across the street in the small lot near a gas station to keep from having to parallel park and risk getting yet another scratch on the Chevelle's midnight black paint. They ran a finger across the fresh blemish on the driver-side door, which happened only yesterday, and cringed at the sight, before turning to walk toward the cafe mumbling profanities.

On the other side, Joss noticed Olivia sitting near the front window and their heart jumped. It was happiness every time she was around, and they missed her a lot. It had been almost two days since they had both hung out, partly because of the workload given to the Driver, but mostly just sucky timing. Either way, it was an awesome feeling to be near a longtime friend.

"Wuttup bitch?" Joss smirked, taking a seat across from her and staring through dark sunglasses at the other who seemed preoccupied with work. "That's a hell of a workload."

They just loved pointing out the obvious.

"Hey chica, welcome back." One of the servers came up to the table. "What can I get ya?"

"Um, coffee. Definitely. And, how about a breakfast sandwich on an everything bagel." The platinum blonde driver nodded, happy with their selection, and gave the server a smile. "Thank you."

"Sooooo…" Joss stretched their arms across the table and fidgeted with some of the papers and anything else that would catch Olivia's attention. "What ya been up to?"

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Vah’lux stood near the cell as the barrage of words echoed down the hallways. It seemed the human, the one known as “Quentin”, was having more than a difficult time adjusting to whatever changes were coming. The man’s words held much fire as each dart was directed toward the priest and justice, but moreso, their god. Although the response wasn’t surprising, and Vah’lux only shook her head wondering why the captive soldier didn’t simply keep his mouth shut. Was this a human trait? To let the tongue go before the mind?

The Goliath smirked at the thought, as she could be considered a hypocrite for even thinking that, especially considering her own vile words toward the Half-Orc, Gorosk. She wanted nothing but to see him hang, and for no other reason than her own personal grievance against the entirety of the race. But perhaps the time spent in the confines of a prison cell with nothing but her own thoughts and prayers to keep her company as lessened the anger that once boiled inside. It wasn’t worth the fight. At least not now. Granted, Vah’lux would never let her guard down around such a creature -half blood or otherwise- but she also was not looking to throw the first punch.

The rusty iron door to her cell was finally opened, and as she advanced, exiting the cage, the soldiers could be seen visibly taking a few steps back, weapons at the ready. But the woman showed no concern for them, nor an expression of hatred, as she passed them on her way down the hall and toward the exit. If anything, she pitied them, for being so wrong about their views of her or her people. Goliaths were never the mindless, barbaric, war-like creatures that the stories of old were told around a campfire, or to instill some false fear within a misbehaving youngling. Aside from the Dwarves and Giants, very few knew of the nomadic race and their cultural significance throughout history. But why should they, when an unknown people are painted as mere monsters and brigands?

She nodded to each of the others who had made eye contact as the group was being led outside the prison, and upon crossing the threshold, the Goliath lifted her face to the sky, allowing the warming rays of the morning sun to cover her skin. She did not hesitate to stretch her muscles, loosening what felt like days of stiffness in her joints, as she bent over to relieve a sharp pain in her lower back. Freedom was sorely missed indeed. Her gear and supplies were placed in a pile, and from the looks of it, were unspoiled, however she wondered if she would really ever see her glaive once again. The prize of killing her previous captor. The beast deserved what he got in the end.

Vah’lux kept her composure as best she could considering many eyes were on her. The whispers, while not decipherable, were still at the woman’s expense. She shrugged the piercing judgement off as though tossing away a rotten fruit, and began slipping on her hide and fur armor one piece at a time, ensuring that each was secured and adjusting as needed.

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Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

While I'm not a huge SW fan, I am so in love with this aesthetic, which satisfies my love of the dystopian society and a cyberpunk atmosphere. I still need to submit my actual character for approval, but I think they will fit in nicely...

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I was surprised when I had first found out she and the lead singer were married. I was like 'really?! cool!'. lol

@Vampiretwilight

Nope. Jen isn't John Cooper's wife, just band mate :)

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I like the band skillet.

@Vampiretwilight

Oh I love Skillet. I actually saw Jen Ledger in concert last year when she was touring for her debut album. She is such a great drummer, singer, and she's super beautiful!