I connect really well to my characters when I have a really good image of them. Probably the same to you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Standing, Farana walked solemnly to the window that overlooked the city of Wilsheir. The sun was just setting for the night, casting a golden glow over the countryside. But the beauty of the scene touched not Farana's heart, for it was saddened by the news that had been given to her only hours before. She was to be married to Barry, who was a close personal friend of her father's. She had been given no say in this matter- it was arranged behind her back. And there was no turning away from it now. Tomorrow, she would leave for Deanlief to meet her future husband. And the day following, they would be wed.
Farana clutched at the windowsill until her knuckles turned white, and she wept bitter tears. How could this be happening? All her life, she had been happy and carefree, and now this trouble... What had she done to deserve such a fate? Slowly, and with the blur of tears still in her vivid Azure eyes, she paced about her bedroom. All she could think of now was Gaen, and how the news would break his heart.
They had met two summers ago in Ganlief, when Farana had gone for a ride in the country with her mother and sisters. But when Farana had strayed off the path to follow an adorable baby Tiger, she had become separated from her family and hopelessly lost. Then out of nowhere a band of orcs had appeared to attack her. By some stroke of luck, she happened to have her father's Sword hidden secretly within the folds of her skirt. But though she managed to kill 3 of the foul creatures, she was soon outnumbered.
Then just as she though her life would be ended, a beautiful dream-like vision appeared before her. The deadly warrior who had come to her rescue, a handsome Human, quickly killed off the remaining 4 orcs with his Amazingly Awesome Darkness Blood Sword of Dainlief before rushing to Farana's side.
It was love at first sight. The moment she looked into his sparkling Crimson eyes, Farana knew there would never be any other for her. 'My name is Gaen,' he said in a voice soft as the summer wind. Tenderly, he put a hand on her Uterus to make sure she was alright. 'Are you hurt, my lady?' he asked.
'No,' she replied. In truth there was a bad cut on her Nipple, but she didn't want to worry Gaen. 'And my name is Farana.'
'Farana,' Gaen repeated. He said the name as if savouring the sound of it on his tongue. 'That is a beautiful name, fit for so beautiful a lady.'
Farana blushed coyly. She could feel his eyes wandering over her body, from head to foot, as he took in the sight of her laying on the grass. In truth, she was beautiful. Unusually so, some said. Her father came from the line of Elves of Franlief, while her mother was born into a lordly house of Humans in Tantalus. The blending of the two races came together perfectly in Farana, giving her an exotic look that few males found they could resist. Large almond-shaped bright Azure eyes were framed perfectly by shimmering waves of thick Vert hair that fell to her waist. A Ruby-encrusted mithril pendant hung ever from her slender white neck, accentuating the delicate frame of her collarbone.
Suddenly, Farana and Gaen were interrupted by a wild cry that signified more orcs still lurked nearby. 'Come,' said Gaen as he hurried Farana to her feet. 'It is not safe to linger here. You must come with me, and hurry!' Taking Farana's hand, he hastened away from the sound. Farana did her best to keep up with him, but the pain in her Nipple was too great.
'My lady!' gasped Gaen when he saw her lagging behind. 'You are injured!' Immediately he sat her down to examine the wound. Blood had already started to soak through her gown in an ugly red stain. 'I must tend to this wound now as best I can,' he said. 'We will find a healer later, but for now this cannot wait.' Without a second thought, he pulled off his Pants and began tearing it into bandages for Farana's Nipple.
With this makeshift bandage in place, Farana and Gaen were able to hurry on their way. The cries of orcs were ever-present behind them, but they ran swiftly. Soon, Farana found herself in front of a small cabin, which she guessed must belong to Gaen. He held the door open as he stepped inside, beckoning for her to follow him. 'Come in,' he said. 'We will be much safer in here.'
Farana took a deep breath as she stepped toward the cabin door. Here she was, a young virgin noblewoman, about to be alone in a cabin with someone she had just met. It was true he was the most handsome Human she had ever seen, and he had just saved her life, but were his true intentions that noble? And what would her family, especially her father, say once they found out where she had been? Farana had half a mind to run back home right then, but as she heard the clamour of orcs drawing nearer once more, she realised she had no choice. She steeled her will and followed Gaen into the cabin, shutting the door firmly behind her.
No, I gave you ten minutes of time and that was that.
I then deleted the godawful image.
It was bad.
Really bad.
Like, worse than anything.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Uhh... I think I gets joke.
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!