1.Sharyssa "Skytalon": Flight of an Eagle

While sitting on the treebranch she had a clear view of the trainingfield below, yet she was hidden from any curious eyes herself. Remaining unnoticed while her own gaze was locked upon the young man who was the center of attention once again. Like almost every day in the past weeks she had sneaked away from her chores to observe, wanting to watch how the boys and young men were sparring and training. But mostly she wanted to see -him-, the man who was only a few years older then herself, the tall and muscular "boy" who had caught her eye one day when she had walked past with a pile of clothes in her skinny arms.

Sharyssa was not yet a grown up woman, but she had spend alot of her time sitting at the fire with the woman who had taken her in when she had come to Stromgarde after she had to flee Stratholme, her home. The woman who went by the Arathorian name -Deerpelt- had devoted every minute of her spare time to educate the girl, to teach her every tale of the Ancestors and teach her the beliefs of her nation.
Deerpelt was a woman alone, she had never found a man to marry and thus never had children of her own. Her lonely existance as a decent yet not brilliant tailor had driven her to shelter the young and lost girl who had one day been trying to steal some bread from her home.
Her dirty clothes and the saddened expression had stirred the maternal feelings of the middle-aged woman, so instead of yelling at Sharyssa she reached out for the girl with a helping hand. The loss of her parents was still a sore and fresh emotionall wound for the young girl but Deerpelt had a warm aura around her that drew her closer, it was only a matter of seconds before Sharyssa had broken into sobbing while the elder woman had her arms wrapped around the fragile little human.
She never asked anything about her past, never forced Sharyssa to speak so they spend most time in silence. The girl was shy and shifty but showed great interest in the woman's work and stories and within only a small period of time they had grown close to eachother and created a bond.
Weeks and months passed, and even if still shy and fairly silent, Sharyssa felt at home and happy.

It was during one of her chores that she had passed the small improvised trainingfield of the youngsters, with the clothes in her arms that had been stitched up by Deerpelt to deliver them back home to one of the customers. It was impossible for her to not notice him, the boy who's name she still didn't know after all those years. He stood out in the crowd, a wide and playfull grin upon his youthfull face, his body half naked and shining in the sunlight with the sweat that coated his skin after his last fistfight. He never noticed her walking past, just a skinny little girl with her raven black hair framing and hiding her face as she peered between the strands of hair to observe him.
She didn't linger for long, her feet quickly carrying her further away from him, too shy to stay and watch for longer. But she came back, nearly every day she'd sneak past to see if he was there and she would stay for a few minutes each time he was.
It quickly became a habit for her and because of her silent and shy nature she decided that she wanted to remain unseen and began to hide in the branches of the nearby tree, climbing up quickly with her small agile body which seemed to be build for swift movements.
Sharyssa was fascinated, obsessed even, by this young man who had taken her breath away so easily without even speaking to him.
She had of course seen how other girls and women would come up to him, easily claim his attention as she watched them flirt and joke. She saw them at the sidelines, admiring him when he fought his friends and nearly always won. They would cheer loudly for him, fall into his arms and cover him with kisses, whispered promises that made him smirk.
Sharyssa never found the courage to come down from her safe spot, close the distance between them, she couldn't match these grown women who's bodies were so much more mature then hers. Their curves appealing while they swayed their hips for him, teasing him and luring him into their arms.

One days she would walk up to him she thought to herself, soon she'd be a woman, an adult too. Deerpelt had convinced the elders that Sharyssa was one of them, that she had been shown their ways to become a full Arathorian. The girl needed a home and it was only common for her to be send out for her Rite of Passage to mark her place amongst the people of Arathor, to show her worth to the nation.
Sharyssa was frightened and jumpy in the days before she would be send away into the wilds and became more persistent in her visits to the trainingfield, observing not only -him- but also their fighting, eagerly taking in any knowledge about how she would manage to survive her Rite.
The last day before leaving the safety of her home Sharyssa did not climb into the tree but stood underneath it instead while she watched in silence, her eyes took in every detail of his bulging and tensing muscles during his fight with one of the younger men.
Her heart froze and skipped a beat when his eyes suddenly met hers, The deep brown of his gaze locked onto hers, it made her tremble as the pure and young love she felt for this stranger coursed trough her.
He laughed, a booming and loud laughter that reached her ears while he stopped the fighting and suddenly began making his way over to her, causing her eyes to widen in suprise as she quickly glanced around if there was someone else standing nearby, just to make sure that it was HER he was approaching.
And he did, he halted infront of her, his eyes darting down over her body that was covered in plain cloth that didn't flatter her growning curves at all. But what he saw must have appealed to him nonetheless because he moved his torso closer to her, his hand moving to rest against the tree next to her head. Sharyssa was leaning against the tree, her hands began to shake while she stuttered at him, unable to phrase a single sentence. Her own shyness and clumsiness made her blush even more, frustrating her. However her shyness made him chuckle as that breathtaking smirk spread across his face.

She didn't know what to do, her heart was out of controll and hammering rapidly inside her ribcage, his scent of sweat sending warm shivers down her spine and awakening lingering sensations inside her body that made her gasp for air. She had no time to order her thoughts because within a few seconds her had leaned even closer to her, his lips nearly touching hers and she thought she would faint.
The moment was interupted before he got to kiss her, a low teasing chuckle escaping him when he turned to look behind him towards the yell that had made him stop.
"Get yer arse over 'ere Son!"
Before her ran off in a jog he moved his head next to hers, whispering in a seductive tone into her ear that only made her knees even weaker.
"Meet me 'ere at nine bells tenight if ye want me te show ye true pleasure".

Sharyssa never hesitated, nervous as she was the exitement was even greater. He had noticed her! He had asked her to meet him! The day passed too slowly to her liking, moving around the house mindlessly while she couldn't focuss on anything, her thoughts always drifting off to the meeting tonight, wondering, hoping ...
And it became everything she hoped for. She arrived at the tree way too early, pacing back and forth a little untill suddenly arms wrapped around her from behind, his scent invading her nose nearly immediatly and causing that same flutter inside her chest.
"I kne' ye'd show up lass"
He didn't hesitate, didn't pauze for a moment to talk to her or ask any questions. His hands quickly made their way up her sides, caressing her body while his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her senses to reel.
She gasped, a part of her wanting to protest, she had never been with a man before she couldn't just give herself to him that easily could she?
But she could, his experienced hands never lingered, touched the right spots for her to melt in his arms, quivering as she fell the lust slowly creeping up to her.His fingers made quick work of her clothings, peeling it off her frame to bare her skin to him as he never pauzed, never waited too long before continuing. He made her heart race, her blood burning inside her veins from the sudden heat that he send to her flustered cheeks.
She gave herself to him with no second thoughts, it felt so right to her, so pure while her "first love" showed her pleasures that were previously unknown to her, he chuckled at her shy moans and she could see that irresistable smirk of his, even in the dim light of the stars and the moons and her heart would swell, he was with her now. She had managed to make him see her, she would be able to survive her rite the next days and return to his arms.

She would never feel his arms around her again.

When she finally came back, darting home despite being exhausted, she grinned from ear to ear. She held the large and impressive talon high into the air as Deerpelt heard her screaming from the distance, rushing to the doorstep to watch Sharyssa return with a relieved and proud smile of her own.
-Skytalon-
That's her new name, the name given to her for her courage and succesfull kill of the eagle.
From now on a true Arathorian, Sky had finally proven herself to be one of them, that she belonged within the Nation of Arathor. And despite her painfull past and the memories of her parents, she felt like she belonged.
She was eager to find him again, she wanted to tell him about her days in the wild, about her kill. It had given her the courage and self-confidence she needed to decide that she would step up to him and kiss him but with greater affection then any other of the women had ever done before. She loved him and she wanted to be with him and from now on she was a real woman, an adult.
Recklessly she jogged to the field, not heeding Deerpelts call when she asked where she was going so early already, her mind only set to see him, his smile. Skytalon blushed at the memories of the night they spend together, smiling brightly as she recalled the feelings he had awakened inside her and the pleasure she had felt despite the brief pain she had experienced.

Her heart froze, she stopped in her tracks when the field came into her view. There he stood with a woman in each arm, their bodies suggestively pressed against him while he laughed with them. His lips seeking theirs and trailing down their necks. Her chest ached, it was as if her heart was literally breaking from the sight before her. Surely what they had done meant something to him too? He had felt the same like she did ... had he?
He never noticed her, and even if he did he probably just ignored her, he never cared.
The realisation hit her hard as her smile vanished from her face while her expression turned into one of hurt, she cursed at herself and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Sharyssa never hesitated, she turned around and began to run, her feet stomping upon the ground as she kept pushing herself, increasing her speed untill it felt as if she was flying.
Her body protested, her lungs burning while she kept going, past the gates of Stromgarde, into the fields and off the road she kept running. She could feel her muscles tense, the wind in her face that dried her tears.What an idiot .. how could she have been such an ignorant and blind, stupid child. How foolish of her to even think for a moment that for her he would change, she had observed him enough, she should have known!
Hurt turned into anger, her feet carrying her further and further away from home, not caring where she'd end up, not giving a damn to where she'd go. Skytalon kept running, the feeling liberating her of the hurt she felt, the dissapointment.
The Eagle began to soar, she spread her wings and learned to fly.

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A little background story that puts down the events that have cause Sky to start running, to become the woman she is today

Poor lass. But I really liked this, it seemed so realistic for the experiences of a shy young girl without family of her own - neither too dramatic nor too mundane. It drew me in, and I enjoyed the reading!

Thanks alot, mission succesfull then! I wanted to figure out her past that has formed her, but didn't want a big dramatic scene either. Glad that I managed to make it simple enough and that you like the read.
The feedback is appreciated \o/

As you asked!

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“Ah, Buzz, pass me tha' bottle o' ale, will ye?” yelled the adolescent Nygarth, grinning to his friend 'Buzzard', whom absolutely detested his nickname; chuckling loudly to himself as the guy fetched the bottle for the Arathorian. It was the hot season; even the scum got out of the slums for a few hours a day to run, climb and fight; and it was fighting that Nygarth did best. A few of them even forged a mock sparring area; this was a place where they challenged other groups of teenagers to fight, either for some coin, some booze or some lass.

Today it was for a Lass, some big breasted early developer; her name was Polina, too young even to have taken her rite yet. The perfect type for Nygarth, young, innocent and ready for the ruining. You see living without anything left Nygarth a bitter young man; his brother had fled for glory as a Squire, his parents had nothing to give and his sister was a quiet one. It was the street smarts that his elder Brother had taught him that left Nygarth as the obvious choice to succeed the man as the de facto Leader; at least, the leader of the bare knuckles, the thieves and the scum that grew up around him.

So with that everlasting Thorgint smirk on his face; Nygarth chugged the bottle that was thrown at him and got into the 'arena'; a place that felt more home to Nygarth than his own rag of a bed. Bouncing around the boundaries like a pro, he smirked as his challenger entered the ring surrounded by his own friends. They came from a much upper class of Arathorian, but kids will be kids, and they couldn't resist attempting to uphold some superiority over the scum that were simply poorer than they were.

The challenger was named Gorilla-Grip; a name that wasn't lost on his stature and fighting style. He threw himself at Nygarth, launching him to the floor before the fight was even due to start. Landing punch after punch into the stomach of Garth, egged on by the cheering and whooping of Polina that stood afar hoping that she wasn't going to be entrusted to a slum dweller. It looked as though the fight was already over, Garth's face was bloodied, his stomach bruised; but it was no where near over. Dragging himself to his feet, the tired Gorilla launched some more heavy hitting blows but it took a dive to the right to dodge them sending the big guy flying forward to the dusty Highland floor. Spitting and cursing, Gorilla-Grip rose red faced with a glare in his eyes but that was wiped clean off when Nygarth, a much lighter and nimbler fighter, started his rain of blows. One after the other, after the other aimed to the same spot. The face. The next time Gorilla attempted to strike Garth, he was slower and weaker and simply fell to the floor in defeat. Polina shrieked and it was this moment that Nygarth's eyes, dragged to the scream, noticed a girl sitting in the tree overlooking the arena. A dark haired, short girl with locks that covered her entire face. Distracted, it took his friends to grab Polina and cheer Garth onto forcefully kissing their prize; taking his eyes off the mysterious girl, whom upon Garth's later gaze, had disappeared.


That night Polina was taken; as she knew she would be, by Nygarth and his gang. But as her screams turnt to moans, during it all; his thoughts never wavered far from the mysterious onlooker.

It took not the next day, or the next week even for Nygarth to muster the courage from his usually overwhelming ego to go up to that girl; just finished from a training spar, he tried to stay cool with his grin but little did anyone know that, that grin was a shield to hide himself from his insecurities; his shyness. There was little conversation; just a few looks were shared between the two youth, then, as he would've kicked himself if he didn't do, he went to kiss her.

“Get yer arse over 'ere Son!”

With a bitter drawn shy, and a slight chuckle; Nygarth peered at the girl and whispered: “Meet me 'ere at nine bells tenight if ye want me te show ye true pleasure”. With his he ran off towards his proud father; grinning from head to toe at his kid and as soon as they were out of earshot of the girl said; “So tha's yer latest conquest ey, boy? A pretty one, bu' don't ye usually go fer te sluts?”, hitting his son on his back, smirking. “Ey, feck ye Pa!” and with a chuckle that was all that was said for the evening spent spooning spoon after spoon of gruel into his mouth with a rumbling stomach. His mind wasn't on his stomach however and with no complaints he finished his meal and readied himself to flee the household as he so often did a night time.

With butterflies in his stomach he approached the tree; slightly making out her plain form in her plain clothing. Teasingly he approached from behind and gripped her from behind with a low chuckle; “I kne' ye'd show up lass”, and without a second thought Garth got to what he knew best next to fighting. Sex. Caressing her, instead of groping like he did with Polina the night before. Listening and reacting to her gasps, moans and shivers until he took her under the stars until it was time to part with a slight tear. Hoping to meet each other the next day; the next night and the night afterwards. Nygarth had never found a girl like her.

The next day and the next; Nygarth searched for the mysterious girl that he never even got the name of. Waiting for fate to intervene and place them in each other's lives again. That never happened and despite every attempt; his friends, his gang used him in more fights; girls threw themselves at him as they once did and with his mind on her, he continued to flirt and flaunt himself at them.

It was his nature; it's all he knew.

*facepalm* I should've known it was Nygarth. Some things never change, eh?

But I did like seeing the events from both sides. Nicely done.

Never! Was nice to write a story from a teenage Nygarth.

Oh mai gawd, Nyg is a total manslut!

Love the stories though! ..... b (^_^) d

You didn't know this!? xD

Point taken.

All this storying is inspiring me! I think I'll whip something up myself tonight from Sai's growing up.

Nygarth/Orthur wrote:You didn't know this!? xD

For we are Thorgint.

Hehe <3 Just a nice idea of childhood sweethearts.

Well the whole idea of it being Nygarth was something I left open and it ended up being fitting, with of course the fun part where they know eachother at current times without recognising eachother even. \o/