A Series of Short Pieces
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Topic: A Series of Short Pieces
Posted By: Haizea Zurine Wolfe
Subject: A Series of Short Pieces
Date Posted: 12 Jul 2011 at 21:15
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As it says, this will be a series of all the little things that I have typed for people. This all started with Fluffy's little writing "contest" late on a Friday night. I'll post anything that people have asked me to write and possibly a few others as well. Enjoy! ------------- Haizea Žµríne Wolfê Eldest of the Seven Sisters Heir to the Clan of Wolfê White Wind of the Wolfê |
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Posted By: Haizea Zurine Wolfe
Date Posted: 12 Jul 2011 at 21:20
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*contest - write a love letter (to a human)* Oh how the sun doth set upon thy face It's feather touches caress and shine The heart doth beat a faster pace And all of Illyriad wishes, "mine"
And your rugged ways do charm My sweet human, unlike any Fae, Oh my heart you stole, to my alarm. I am but a gorgeous creature Lithe and graceful as a swan, But to your broad human features I find I am yearning to kiss and fawn.
Oh how your kisses must be! Not the sweetness of berries, But hard and strong like a tree Mixed in a cocktail of cherries. And your smile! Oh my! I swoon and my heart does flutter! I think of them when I lie, And I, I simply melt as butter
So please my love I may be fair and fine, But as enchanting as a dance of doves, I would dance into your arms for all time!
Your beloved, Haizea Elven Princess of the the Clan of
Wolfe
------------- Haizea Žµríne Wolfê Eldest of the Seven Sisters Heir to the Clan of Wolfê White Wind of the Wolfê |
Posted By: Haizea Zurine Wolfe
Date Posted: 12 Jul 2011 at 21:26
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*request - love letter to a dwarf* No lily can compare No orchid in bloom can believe That one from the mountains Has swayed my heart this eve.
We are of two separate worlds I of the trees, you of the stone And though all elves are fair Without you I feel all alone.
The thought of your touch hands skilled, worn, and rough Just in holding my hand, You've enslaved my heart in cuffs
Your long, full beard, Red as any weeping rose Not of the silky elvish locks Is quite manly, I suppose
In the light of day, the sun doth no justice But by the gleam of the moon Alighting the mineral dust upon your skin I'm so moved I can't help but swoon.
Your skill with metals The way you defend with your sword Only you could be my lord.
So, by the fresh scent of your ale, A dark golden color and perfectly prime, I do confess my most inner emotions To be with you for all time.
Most Infatuated, Haizea Zurine Wolfe Elven Princess of the the Clan of
Wolfe ------------- Haizea Žµríne Wolfê Eldest of the Seven Sisters Heir to the Clan of Wolfê White Wind of the Wolfê |
Posted By: Haizea Zurine Wolfe
Date Posted: 13 Jul 2011 at 03:00
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Illyriad
Welcome, to the enchanted land of Illyriad! Here shall you find the Four Great Races, Upon this dawn of a great new era, With an influx of many new faces!
An affinity for magic and a myriad of spells, Graceful and lithe, the Elves may be, Master fletchers and graceful diplomats, Founding their cities within the trees.
The Dwarfs are masters of all the metals, Legendary Brewers of Beer and Ale, Widely known for their braided beards, And with an attitude of, Will not fail!
Workers of the earth, Humans toil away, Farmers and fighters, herders and breeders, Seeking to harvest the most fertile of lands. Striving to prove themselves the best of leaders.
Now those of the wicked ways, Wild, untamed, uncivilized, Scavengers are Orcs by nature, Fresh meat a delicacy to be prized!
Where shall you belong? To which calls your name? Will you survive, or shall you fall? Seek out your fortune and fame!
------------- Haizea Žµríne Wolfê Eldest of the Seven Sisters Heir to the Clan of Wolfê White Wind of the Wolfê |
Posted By: Haizea Zurine Wolfe
Date Posted: 14 Jul 2011 at 06:36
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*request - love poem* To The One Called Richard
Why Sir! Yes. Yes, I do see you there! Just as the cat stretches for attention, Your words do draw the eyes, And angry men, not to mention.
I, but a humble and gorgeous elf, Used to words of the most gracious kind, Though seem to laugh, when in your company, Albeit your words are raunchy, I find.
You're not of the fairest elves, that's a fact. But of those toiling humans, no pointy ears, No proper courtesy, or graceful, lithe frame, But of those heavy guts from too many beers!
I may sway, though I will not admit, To those, manly charms, you pose, Your way with words, so very suggestive, Nothing sweet or beautiful as a rose.
But your rough, worked hands, May just tempt, may just cause to yearn, My heart to beat an extra beat, Alighting a flame within to burn,
So, though I would not so say, That to a human I am swayed, But it's true I do look your way, My Father, our union, will forbade
The Fairest of the Elves, Haizea Zurine Wolfe Elven Princess of the the Clan of Wolfe
------------- Haizea Žµríne Wolfê Eldest of the Seven Sisters Heir to the Clan of Wolfê White Wind of the Wolfê |
Posted By: Aneirin
Date Posted: 14 Jul 2011 at 11:37
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Haizea Zarine Wolfe your work is pleasing to read and appears to be written with reference to Illyriad itself |
