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The people had come in from the west, the northwest near the Great Glacier, and the north and southeastern highlands. The Osi, once a proud and mighty many were a shaken and less prominent tribe. Only a few clans had ever made up the tribe, each from one of those mentioned cardinal directions. This gathering village was the axis, and it was lowered in spirits to see how few would attend.
It had been a decade, a ten-year span, since they were called to take account at the heart of their lands. What they found was defeating, but like the hard lands they l
Nine lives with a little push by VAEisenberg, literature
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Nine lives with a little push
Like most substances, blood does have its appropriate setting. As much as its presence in, say, a fancy dining salon would be a decent setting scene for a mystery, in a butcher's shop, it is if not expected, at least unsurprising.
As such, Burmice's reaction was hardly different when she entered her shop, pleasantly exhausted after rehearsal of Three Steps up the Ladder (the role of the duke's scheming plenipotentiary might as well have been written for her) , only to happen to a shallow pool of it, with small, filthy feline footsteps leading away.
"Liothe's tits, Muri, what did you catch this time. I swear if I catch you eating it in my be
*crack*
The small file snapped near the tip, its stubbed leftover slipping and ruining the delicate glyph that decorated the finger-bone.
"Lolth's tits, I...screw it!"
With a sudden surge of vitality, Burmice grabbed the handful of screw-ups from the provisional altar in front of her and tossed them at the wall. They scattered across the subterranean room, save one knuckle-bone which bounced off a brick, and hit her right eye.
"...fucking ENOUGH!" Her eye twitching, she grabbed the little offender and crushed it to powder between her fingers.
And now for the eye-drops. Where the fuck did I put my eye-drops
It was one of those days, the sort
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Shadow of the Ivory Citadel - Chapter I
CHAPTER I: At the Gates of Yol'gan
Ayas'yasti Xyrrai'zestu Sharen rode through the streets of the underground city of Yol'gan upon her dragon, accompanied by a tattooed, dark haired male behind her. The sight of the foreign nobility drew out onlookers, surprised to see a dragon walking through the streets of their own city. Ayas'yasti herself possessed a tall, shapely frame which caught the eyes of male and female alike. Her long wavy grey hair contrasted with her lambent almond shaped red eyes. To complete her regal appearance, she wore the fine attire of a Sharen noblewoman, her gown and cloak composed of brocaded silks and elab
In Love's Eyes A Queen - Epilogue by ImperatorAlric, literature
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In Love's Eyes A Queen - Epilogue
Blood flowed from Tur'geis' wounds as he stood there cradling the body of the only woman he loved. Her blood covered them both, so much that Tur'geis couldn't tell whose blood covered him anymore. The male warrior was mad from the pain, both physical and emotional. He had failed her, and their entire line. Tur'geis shook with sadness and rage as he gasped for air. He couldn't breathe...
Tur'geis bolted up, screaming madly as he frenziedly grasped for his sword. He'd die avenging his fallen mate! Suddenly he felt strong hands grasp his wrists. He snarled and twisted his arms away, seeking to throw his opponent off of him. “No!” he
In Love's Eyes A Queen by ImperatorAlric, literature
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In Love's Eyes A Queen
“Heh, you weren't really angry, were you?” purred Die'tra as she ran her fingers across Tur'geis' broad chest. Her long white hair, some of it pulled into red braids, covered the two like a blanket and her feline green eyes met Tur'geis' ice blue ones once more as they spoke.
The tall, powerfully built male beside her chuckled, his right arm draped around her as they lay on the grass, the mist sea before them. “It doesn't matter now,” he said as he gave one of Die'tra's full buttocks a squeeze. His low, broad face spread into a wide grin as his blue eyes displayed deep mirth. “If it ends up like this, how could
The sun had just started its evening descent across the sky as Die'tra stepped out of the shade of the palm trees onto the pale off-white sand. The tall dokkalvar female reached up across her face to brush red-dyed braided locks out of her dark face, her green eyes taking in the scenery before her. Die'tra shifted her weight, powerful muscles moving under her bronze colored skin. Like many other Gimirri females, Die'tra's curvaceous build belied great strength. She knew he'd be there awaiting her, just as he had said.
Die'tra's sandaled feet crossed the sandy beach with light, careful steps, marking the tread of a warrior born outside civili