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The cold bit into me like a thousand gnawing ants claiming pieces of my soul,
He had told me I was perfect. And I had been – the perfect tool for him to wield in his bid to get closer to the prince.
I was a fly caught in a spider’s web, listening as my monster approached, unable to do anything but await the feel of his fangs.
“You should know that I will fight you on anything you demand of me. I will fight until either I am destroyed by this magic, or I break free of it. Either way, I will ensure I take you with me if this path leads to death.”
He would fall, come what fucking may, Kaiser Brimtheon would fall.
“You have no idea how deep this magic runs, silka la vin,” he said, a warning veiled between those words. “You are my Fearsire and the meaning of that name will soon spark a terror in you that you will never forget.”
“You are my creature, Vesper Crossborn!”
Solomon Imai. He was a Griffin, a creature known for their intelligence but also their prowess in battle.
We were each other’s safe place to land when a storm rolled in and tossed us from the unforgiving sky.
“Blood runs downhill, my sweet,” she purred, closing my fingers around the hilt of the blade. “Best to position yourself at the top of a mountain lest you drown in all of it.”
He was a fool to look for mercy from me after all. They didn’t call me a witch for nothing.
“Hello, little witch,” he growled, his voice a low timbre which crawled across my skin and sank into my veins, leaving every inch of me exposed to his scrutiny.
“Hello, monster of mine,” I replied in kind, my voice a purr dressed in silk, the darkness in me rising to the surface and offering up its own greeting.
The Aquina Leopards were once a well-established Order, thriving mostly in the islands of Turqesca and the southern lands of Cascada that were previously called Faetaly,
There was only one Fae I could recall in Cascadian history who had been star-crossed. Galina Kyrax who had refused the Elysian Mating to an Avanis warrior.
“My cock is a regal masterpiece, I’ll have you know,” North tossed at me. “I’ll be sure to mount it on my wall when I cut it off then,” I growled.
“Go home, bathwater bitch.” North pointed to the window. “Get fucked, scorch mark,” I bit back.
Squeak, squeak, motherfuckers.
Loose ends will one day tie together to form a noose for your neck if you do not tie them first.
“If you think I’m filthy now, imagine how dirty I could get if I liked you.”
“You’re like the sun drawing me to your orbit at all times, there is no light when you aren’t near, no joy outside of your company, no point to my existence at all. You found me in the dark and set me free so that I could dedicate myself to worshipping you for all of time, and I want to spend every second I have making you feel just a fraction of the bliss you offer me with your mere existence.
But this war is eternal, lass. The four elements are an even match, none is greater than the other. They will clash time and again, generation after generation, warriors bred like cattle to supply the tide of death.
Who benefits from an endless war?”
My saviour, my sanctuary, my demise.
