3. Sharyssa "Skytalon": Ah-hoom

“Ah-hooooooom”

The sound resonated over the fields of battle, multiple voices roaring in all their might while the army charges forward. The spirits of the Arathorian people strenghtened and filled with bravery when they lead the line once more. Standing before all others with their weapons prepared to slaughter the horde.
The Kingdom of Stromgarde, men and women fighting at her side, her people fighting a battle for their home.
Because she finally was home, years of soaring the world from one corner to the next, carrying messages and living her life in the wilds and the nature. It's who she was, the freedom and nothing binding her to one spot. Untill he came along.

She's right behind him, her arrows soaring past him towards the charging masses of the Orcs while he rides Kata into battle, his spear held high while he encourages their people with a mighty fierceness in his voice.
The voice that soothed her when she needed it, a voice filled with passion in the night when she was in his arms.
Eodan “Steedsmane” -bloody- Haidren, even in the middle of the fray on dry and barren lands the name on her lips made her smile and filled her with love and pride.
The one man who had managed to put her feet onto the ground, to land after her endless flight and run across the lands together. On foot or on horseback ... with him it didn't matter, she was still free but not alone.
She was whole.

Skytalon leaped forward with the battlecry loud into the air “Ah-hoom” firing an arrow midjump as her feet carried her over the field, dodging and crossing between the fighters of the alliance, never still on one spot, never within solid sight of their oponent.
His voice was guiding her, following the commands she was attuned to, she was never far away from him. Dancing around him as they fought together as one, that is what they had become in time.
One.

The battle rages on, pushing forward while the Horde's numbers diminish, the Alliance forces standing strong before them in all their might and glory. They keep going, the flames of war burning inside their bodies like the sun scorches them above their heads. Victory is theirs once more and the sounds of clashing metal and the cries of pain subside, the plains growing more silent again when they begin gathering their troops. To carry away their wounded back towards the camp.

Sharyssa is at his side instantly while they march in silence and allow the rush of battle to fade from them. And she's filled with determination when counting their numbers to be certain nobody is left behind, being the silent support for Eodan to carry part of his burden. It was just as much hers as it was his. In the weeks and months she had been with him she had quickly picked up on the small changes within him with, attuned to every detail of his behaviour.
He meant everything to her now and he had taught her how to love again, to be with him felt as natural as running. Just allowing her feet to carry her across landscapes, it was the same.

She could fly in his embrace and she didn't have to let go, he was with her on every step she made only completing her instead of being an extra attachment of her life. It felt exactly right.
Sharyssa's past fears and dislikes from staying in one place had been replaced by her wish to go where ever Eodan went. Her strong and brave lover, the man who could make her heart jump with just his smile and had her senses reeling with the lightest of touches.
Where she stood now was something she could only have dreamed off in her past nightmares, bound to the Nation as part of their standing forces and climbing up to the rank of Dýrtola. Taking an active role in leading and showing an example. Be someone to trust and lean upon instead of the liability she used to be with her untamed and reckless free spirit.

It was still there and would never go away, the Eagle was a part of her and it had formed her during the years. But the Horse has shown her a different path, the path of two which can be shared and cherished. Shared lifes as she flies with the galopping steed forward towards a future unknown but appearing much brighter then what she could have imagined.
A future with loved ones at her side and close to her, people to care for and look after. Eodan's family whom she'd love as part of hers. A family Sky hasn't had in many years. Slowly she was learning to be part of it all, opening herself up and pulling down the wall around her in which Eodan had caused the first breach. The first of many more to come.
But Sharyssa Leyson wouldn't run anymore and neither would Skytalon. The woman stood strong and would go forward as the person she truly is:
Sharyssa “Skytalon” Leyson, Dýrtola of the Stromgarde Nation.

I told you but I'll tell everyone, I adore it. The way our two chars grew in the RP is simply amazing and to now read the whole story behind Sharyssa's feelings for Eodan is simply breathtaking. It's an amazing story! Thanks a lot. <3

Your story inspired it to go write something similar for her so thx to you!