#foxthorne

[sydneysaplings]

[sydneysaplings]

[sydneysaplings]

Foxthorne in the summer

[iyafoxthorne]

Thoughts of you.

The Slender half-elf made her way out of the barbershop, reaching up to gently touch the grown of her head, only to run slender, well manicured nails down through those locks, stopping with a soft sigh just below the neck as she self the left overs of their fishing excursion. Sighing once more, she smiles a touch at the though, shaking her head. She hadn’t spoken to her lover since they had parted ways, Kimiriah, going off to work, and Iya going to fix the damage wrought to her hair. Clasping her hands behind her back, she bites her lip gently as a thought enters her head, eyes gleaming coldy for a moment, before settling back to a baby blue. Blinking a few times, she mutters something incoherently, only to begin making her way through the crowded streets, off to her lovers home. 

Stepping into the dark room, Iya slowly raises her hand, a ball of light forming in it, silhouetting the room with a golden glow as she looks around. The Place was an absolute mess, Books, books everywhere. The stench of half finished food permeates the place, the the sight of unwashed dishes, and overflowing garbage causes the woman to wrinkle her nose. Narrowing her gaze to the undone bedroom, she lets out a soft huff as a roach scampers slowly by her foot. Sucking in a breath, she narrows her gaze as she murmurs to herself something about needing supplies. Slipping back from the door, she turns, closing it once more as she heads back into town.

An hour later, Iya, and three burly, scarred men come wandering in, there was hardly the room for them all, with all this trash, though, Iya the soft jingle of coin tended to change a mans mind as to how cramped a space could be. Gesturing to it all, her voice is loud, and crystalline, Buckets are brought in from the hallway, as well as a beaten up Bookcase, as tall as a Kaldorei, with patches of stain rubbed off, and a small chip off to the side. It smelled of the sea, and it would. Iya had went to one of her few docked ships in the harbor, offering extra pay to those who come to help her on her quest, and having spotted it in the captains quarters, a firm word with him had proved fruitful. Now, standing, watching as her bidding was done, she smiled softly at the thought, her lovers face, seeing the room, in all its splender as one of her mates “Swabbed the deck.” so to speak, another taking care of the numerous paper boxes from one of the local inn’s, probably the Golden Keg, the scent of Pandarian food strong. Licking her lips, soon the Books against the wall her neatly stacked on the shelf, it was truely amazing the amount of space they had freed up. Another began washing what little counter she had, as the third began hauling trash out. Stepping forward, Even Iya dirtied her hands, something the crew members stared at for a moment, only to continue on with their work as she hummed softly, her voice twining through the house as she sang softly, her nimble hands slowly scrubbing, and washing the dishes one after another, replacing,and filling her cupboards.

Another hour went by, and then two, until finally, the Room was sparkling, or as sparkling as it could, the small sink, and toilet of her bathroom, even her shower had been scrubbed from head, to foot, the kitchen table was neatly arranged, the books, and papers literally resting on it neatly folded to each end, Granted, organization, or literacy was not a seaman’s first priority, however Iya gave them an A for effort. With the woman’s bed made, and her Writing desk stocked with fresh Ink, and Quills, Iya finally turns over to her bed. Biting her lip, she reaches down into her satchel, and pulls out a plain looking picture, the woman a lithe Half-elf, wearing her usual blue dress, and a half smile apon her lips. Nestling it gently on the pillow, she straightens it, only to turn, the scent of lemons, and other cleaning products floats through the room, before Iya slowly slips back to the door, gently closing it, only to make her way back towards the Deeptram, she had time, why not enjoy the ride?

[iyafoxthorne]

Idle Thoughts.

I’ve been chatting with one of the gnomes here in Ironforge, specifically Tinker Town. They suggested I start keeping a journal to help clear my mind, and alleviate my stress...So, here is page one of my Journal, I suppose, or idle thoughts..Either way. 

I Tend to find myself daydreaming alot, as I work, of places I’ve never been, of things, I’ll never see. I suppose this is a common place thing. As common as a bluebird in the midst of summer, or an ant apon the cobblestone of Stormwind. I think of the being out in the rain, so familiar, like the scent of the sea, or of the the feeling of grass under my back...though I find most of all my thoguths keep traveling back to a particular individual. In Gilneas, I never had people close to me, other than my father. There were friends, and there were acquaintances, but never someone I held dear. Never someone I was ever truly excited to see. Now though, I find my thoughts ever turning back in time, and eagerly hoping for the future...Blonde hair that shields my eyes from all around, the way she curves her smile, even the sound of her cane hitting the stone. My heart races, and the very meaning of our encounters comes to question...

I’ve never truly been a nice person, though none will ever tell you as such. I give to charity, because it makes my business look as though it cared...I help those on the streets to spread my reputation. But I’ve never, truly cared. At one point in my live, months ago. I was nearly married. Enagged to a beautiful woman who had barely a coin to her name. McKenzie, was her name. A butcher of old town...when we split, I was heart broken. Her adventures ate into her time, and though I had wished to be with her, it could not have worked. Now, months later, I find myself at a cross roads. I find a woman who, for no less words than I can muster, cares, maybe even loves me...When I’m with her, I do not feel the coldness that has wrought itself in my soul since leaving Gilneas, nor do I feel the burning of my magics, so deep in myself, corrupting me, twisting me into what they wish...that demon’s magic, as some may put it. I am conflicted..When I am with her, I have thoughts, of normalcy, of a place not so dark, or devoid.  She thinks of me as innocent, at times, and at times, at least, with her...I am. I am innocent, I’m loving...I care for her...Damn all that lives I care for her in ways that I can not fathom. She pushes me..makes me wish to be a better person, and in ways, since meeting her..I am...I find myself, girly, at times, giggly, even. She makes something inside me shine, something I had thought lost apon leaving Gilneas, only once recovered through McKenzie...I find my heart bursting through mine chest, beating, leaving me breathless when I catch sight of her, in my dreams, or in front  of me...who is this woman who cares,so much, and captures my soul...oh, the irony, in a trade where souls are peddled, and used as nothing but magical fodder...I find myself trapped...I undertook this art in order to protect those who I love...but never had I thought to find one to love. Not again, not since the first...Now that I have found it...am I worthy to keep it?...Oh Kimi...

[iyafoxthorne]

The Night After

The Slender Half-elf made her way through the quiet halls of Ironforge, not a sound, save the soft footfall of her own boots, and the shuffle of guards posted throughout the cavernous halls.  Finding herself in the soft glow of the Mystic District, she smiles softly, reaching down to smooth out her pants. 

Looking at her, one would find a small, delicate woman, with soft, alabaster skin, much like one might find on a doll. With With Slender, pointed ears, and brilliant, baby blue eyes.

Sliding her hands over the lock of her humble abode, she slowly pushed in the door, the light of the halls filling the otherwise dark room. Squinting, her eyes peered around, working to adjust to the light, she whispers softly.”...Kimi..” Her voice echos softly through the room, Making her way further inside. Sighing, she slips her hands down, gently peeling her clothes from her body one at a time, stopping at her wardrobe. Slipping on a Sapphire blue babydoll, she stares down at herself, smoothing the fabric down over her curves, stopping where the fabric -just- barely covered her mound. Running her fingers softly over the smooth skin, shivering softly as she felt a few bristles. She’d need to take care of that, she thought to herself, before making her way to bed, stopping at the soft sound of breathing, she stares down, making out the figure that lay apon her covers. Smirking, she  raises her palm, a soft light manifesting in the form of a ball. Staring down at her Blonde bombshell of a partner, her lips curl into a loving smile. Slipping down, legs under her, she leans forward, whispering once more, finding her incapacitated. Biting her lip, she snuffs out the light, reaching forward, hands running over the fine silk of the others clothes. Gently, she begins to strip her, buttons popping, shoes hitting the floor, Until the woman lay unwrapped, face up, lips gently parted, breasts raised toward the heavens. Digging the covers out from under the other, she covered them, hands encircling Kimiriah’s waist, the pads of her fingers running over the gentle the soft swell of her hips as she took her in. She never really had time, unless the other slept, yet, by now, she knew every inch of the woman who shared her bed...though now, with her bandages off, she was exploring new territory, first to her side, running gently over the light deprived skin, frowning softly, only to slip down to her thigh, gently runnign nails over the scar there. Sighing softly, she pulls the woman close, pressing her face against her back, a soft kiss lingering on the womans shoulder as she whispers.”I missed you today...I’m glad I ran into you....its terribly odd, knowing you’re elsewhere.” Swallowing, she licks her lips, before shaking her head.”It’s happening so fast, I just...I don’t want to chase you away. Since McKenzie, I just...haven’t been able to handle such things, like this...personability, Business is one thing, but...” Sighing once more, she shakes her head, giving her a soft squeeze.”Just..don’t leave me, not yet.”  With no answer to quell her fingers, she closes her eyes, holding the other close as darkness enclosed, bringing sleep on its tails.