<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Dawn<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noon<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: 2 Hours from town, along the road<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Outside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann(maybe?), anyone near by<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No.<br/><hr/><br/><em>Storm clouds roiled over head, the wind whipped at Sol's hair, making it dance wildly, tangling it around her long pointed ears and the intricate gold chains and hoops that hung and jangled from her ear lobes. She stood there, completely bare beneath a sheer white gown that clung to her supple form. It draped itself around her full breasts, hung from around her wide, child-bearing hips, and danced gracefully in long strips around her shapely legs as her bare feet rested upon soft, lush grass. Toes curled and flexed in the grass as she stood there, looking up at the dark clouds, not bothered by their threatening near-black hue or the way lightning snapped within their confines. Thunder chased the bolts and still she did not flinch, her arms at her sides, her carved face tilted up toward the heavens, feeling the wild wind as it blew her hair in to her eyes, the silver-blue and white strands dancing in to her field of vision. <br/><br/>Every mark on her body seemed to tingle with latent energy as the air around her grew more and more potent with the energy of the storm overhead. A deep breath was drawn in, and as she let it out, the clouds gave way, pouring rain down in driving sheets. It hit her skin with the force of projectiles fired from a well-aimed slingshot but she didn't flinch. In fact, as her face tilted up to meet the driving droplets of water, she let out a sound not of pain... but of pleasure. Soaked through in seconds, her dress was little more than a flimsy memory of it's once shimmering beauty, and her hardened nipples showed clearly through it. She felt her heat clench and a shudder went through her as she accepted the downpour, a moan leaving her. <br/><br/>This... was where she belonged. Here, this way, was where she was at her most natural, her intended state of being. 'Yes' her mind whispered. 'Yes, yes, yes! Ice like fire, tears at me... marks me, shapes me!' Soon enough, she'd sunk to her knees, then her belly, and rolled to her back, laying there on that hill, high above the surrounding countryside with sheets of rain pelting her and her body on fire as if she were experiencing the intense touch of a lover. Her hands wandered her form as the storm barraged her and in no time at all, she was arching, gasping, crying out as her toes curled again and her eyes opened to watch lightning crack the sky.</em><br/><br/>Waking with a gasp, Solfiria sat bolt upright next to her campfire, now burnt down to nothing as the sun began to break the horizon, lighting the world once again. She was breathing heavily, nearly panting, and she could swear she still felt the places where the razer-sharp, hot as fire rain had pelted her skin. Blinking at her dream, one that had been recurring for months since she began on this journey, going from happening once a week when she left Accord, and now it was happening nightly, and her body was in a progressively worse state every night afterward. Rubbing her eyes with her marked hands, she sighed and stood up, dousing her fire just to be sure it was out. Dulon's Landing was only two hours down the road from where she was at that moment, and if she hurried, she might be able to get there before hunger truly began to gnaw at her belly. She was tired of jerky.<br/><br/>Grumbling at the dried meat, she pulled it from her pack and stuck it between her teeth as she donned her robes over her normal clothes. The robes were long, black, and flowing, sporting long sleeves that covered her hands when she let her arms hang at her sides, a high neck that covered up to her jaw, and a hood that easily covered her hair, which she tucked carefully beneath it so that none of it showed. A long black veil joined it, draping itself over the bridge of her nose and hanging to her collar bone. Black boots carried her from the clearing she'd slept in that night and she was off, walking down the road toward the town. She swore she could smell freshly baking bread and fish from there.<br/><br/>Reaching the town by mid morning, she ignored the odd looks she got and retrieved food from the Inn, dining on a simple breakfast she bought with what little money she could spare, trying to ration out what money she had, as she had no idea what would happen here in this town. More than one person had already stared far too long at her strange eyes and the sun carved between them. Leaving the Inn after her meal and a long sit to rest her tired feet, she retrieved directions to the general store and made her way there, hoping to stock up on supplies... after all, she wished to learn more about her art here, but she still needed to survive.