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Jaklarna - Chapt2
Tiendrel entered the house with a satisfied smile on his face. Torr'Endereil house was no more, and he was going to receive his reward, for sure.
As he walked along the dark corridor he savored his victory, still remembering the battle, trying to fix the better moments in his mind forever. In the deepest of his heart, the best moment of all was when he killed the Matron of the rival House. He has been quicker than his sisters, and he was going to be sure Matron Eslyse knew about it.
In the long corridor he crossed many of the house priestesses coming from the throne room. House Torr'Endereil was no more, but the Matron of house Pik'Lubarn wanted reports about the attack towards the house that did never exist. Tiendrel loved Drow politics.
His elder sister Lubana crossed his path. The look she gave him was not at all friendly. Tiendrel usually tried not to get in her way. Not only she was a Lolth High priestess, but she was also a head taller than him. But to
Jaklarna - Chapt1
Jaklarna - Chapter1
How can you ever see any hope when you live in the eternal dark?
Jaklarna stepped out of her bed, throwing a spider silk gown over her ebony shoulders. With her infravision she looked to the body lying over the bed. It was almost totally cold already. He has been a poor lover. Jaklarna had hoped that killing him would give her some kind of relief, but his trespassing was like his loving has been: tasteless.
She stood there for some moments, looking to the unanimated corpse loose its last remnants of heat, turning as black as the surroundings. What has been his name? For a second she tried to remember but it was useless. The body was invisible now, as cold as the walls of that room. Jaklarna sighed. Was it that the reason her race could kill so easily? When you kill someone and he disappears from your sight in seconds it is easy to forget you took one life. No, she knew the Drows took pleasure in killing. She would have wanted it to remain visible a little longer whi
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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