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Beyond
By: Demonreach Date: December 22, 2015, 10:06 pm
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The Land of Beyond is vast, stretching over the horizon; as far
as the eye can see.
To the east, there are hills and mountain, great fingers of
earth that stretch limitless into the sky; piercing those blue
heavens with white-capped nails of ice. Great and ancient
forests roll at the feet of these mountains, like a giant, green
carpet. Though, it was more as if the trees were bowing before
those mountains in honor of their massive peaks.
The flora and fauna were much the same as Earth's own, though
with slight differences in nature and appearance. The great
jungle cats were as big as horses, insects the size of dogs;
birds with a wingspan of two men soared above the tree tops.
Dragons were a real threat, but most sentient creatures like
them stayed within their caves or nests; sometimes even burrows
deep within the earth. The wyvern's, cousins of these
intelligent beasts, were pack animals and often attacked humans,
among the other races that were scattered about Beyond.
To the west, were endless seas of grass and plains; buffalo and
other beasts of that nature were wild and untamed, though some
brave farmers and raiders often herded these beasts, taming them
and creating a financial gain out of them. Instead of a carpet
of trees as tall as most hills, there was grass that reached the
height of a man; clumps of trees littered this sea of grass. The
predators here were more of the spider and snake variety, though
plains rats and other rodents dwelled. Spiders were bigger than
some dogs, the snakes great leviathans that could swallow three
men and still be hungry; rats were even larger still. Wild dogs
hunt in coordinated packs, dominating the fields mostly;
territory being marked out between them and the spiders.
To the south, there were more human population, though it was
cold and the sun almost never appeared above the endless sky of
clouds. The mountains here were harsh and cruel, often used as
tests to pass into manhood. Creatures of unknown origin stalk
these mountains, and great valleys offer amazing ambushing
opportunity. These humans dressed for the cold all year round,
fur coats and boots made from the mountain cats and beasts.
Wolves stalked these lands, each as tall as a man and twice as
heavy. Dragons dwelt here as well -they dwelled everywhere
within Beyond, especially along the farthest reaches of society
where human taint has yet to even be imagined there. There was
one great city, a fortress carved from the face of a mountain
and protected the people of the South readily from unknown
creatures. Smaller villages, as these people were mostly nomadic
in nature, were huts made from mud; fire baked clay and twigs;
trees felled at great risk. A few 'tribes' have found comfort
beneath the earth, families building homes into small hills, or
expanding upon caves.
To the north, there were even more people; human civilization
having reached a peak and spreading. It was warmer, almost
unbearably hot during the summer times. The people here were
more stationary and enjoyed the company of their neighbors,
often celebrating and having festivals as any major threat, save
dragons, were all but culled by their warriors; an army
unrivaled by any save the tribes of the South, though they are
far from uniting any time soon. The architecture was impeccable,
the richest of the lands having giant homes that took up whole
blocks; the poorest living in crudely made huts that sprawled
outward of the Great Capitol of Beyond. While these people are
comfortable and soft, there would be no denying their skill with
engineering or martial prowess as all fell beneath the sword of
one family: the Ramrowan's. Small towns and villages dominated
most of the North with roads often patrolled by the royal army.
Rivers ran through this land abundantly, ponds and lakes no less
than their running counterpart.
Beyond is a land of beautiful life and abundant with it, the air
crisp and clean; the very atmosphere soft, peaceful: almost
serene with its passiveness. But there was a darkness within the
heart of this land, it was just a matter of finding it...
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Re: Beyond
By: Demonreach Date: March 17, 2016, 2:39 am
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A storm raged outside; it was natural, of course, unless one of
the Blackwood Gods was exacting their fury upon some poor fool
mortal, or their own family. But, it was natural. That's all
that really mattered to these mortals, and to the man who
watched the storm from a window with eyes the color of glaciers
and just as cold. But, even had this been a storm of the
supernatural kind, this man wouldn't be very perturbed by its
presence. He would merely sigh, like he did now, misting up the
glass, and turn his head away, like now. As was usual, those
cold, seemingly infinite eyes would stare at nothing; his ears
twitching lightly at the patter of rain against the roof and the
windows of the house. Slowly, those eyes would close, the body
of the man relaxing against the wooden chair. And so, he slept.
The house was fairly simple on the outside; a simple, two story
house. A front door, windows in the appropriate places, and a
back door. From the outside, it looked homely, even going as far
as to say cozy and warm. In a few aspects, it was. A chimney
could be seen with smoke billowing from its top as a fire raged
within at all times, it seemed: even in the heart of summer.
But, despite this, the inside of the house stayed a warm that
seeped into the bones, loosened the muscles, and drained the
weariness from the body, replacing it with a comfortable
exhaustion that leaked into the thoughts, the mind, and lulled
it to sleep. A house that was unusual, but wasn't out of place
in the surrounding forest; it didn't protrude or announced
itself. It merely was.
Within the house, save for the fireplace, it wasn't quite as
simple as the outside but there wasn't any extravagance to it.
With five rooms on bottom and three more on top, with a basement
and attic, it was fairly large. It was simply dressed with
hand-made furnishings and cutlery --plates, cups, bowls, etc.
Some had a few spots of a dark brown from the blood of their
maker, who hadn't quite got the hang of carving with a knife.
But, while this was all simple and fit in with everything around
it, there was one thing that stood out like a sore thumb.
The man who rested in the wooden chair opened an eye, listening
to the ticking of a clock he had made, one of the first few, but
this one had seven hands, instead of two or three. The largest
one didn't even more for the most part, as it represented years,
though it did have small clicks as the second most largest,
representing months moved, though it moved hardly as well; the
third largest, representing days, moved a bit faster still; the
next largest, hours, moving even faster. The second to last
moved even faster being minutes; the last moved the fastest as
it represented seconds. The clocks face didn't have numbers as
the man didn't need them, but it was four different colors, each
one a different color, each color representing the seasons of
the year.
The man stared back out the window, the breath he had uttered
long-since gone, both eyes opened as they stared, watching the
rain run down the glass; within the window he stared at himself,
though he avoided his gaze.
The man himself was fairly large: broad shouldered, deep in the
chest, lean with hard muscle that slightly bulged; long in the
legs and arm, though not an awkward lanky man by any means. Dark
stubble grew from his face though it didn't hide the strong
jawline and the slightly cleft chin. His features were sharp,
angular with high cheekbones and somewhat deeply set eyes. His
arms were tattooed with chains that wrapped around the arms,
curling along the back of his shoulders and neck. The man was
physically attractive, no doubt, but his demeanor put most women
off, though some braved it, if only for one night. He didn't
care if they stayed or went, though he might have a hand in why
they left him alone or why they went away after a few nights,
but it was only rarely did he allow himself to meddle, to steer
the mortal women in another direction that wasn't his. And so,
he lived alone.
Aetus Blackwood, the God of Time and the Blackwood of Fate, sat
there, naked, in his house as he stared out into raging storm,
pondering a pointless thought before he sighed again, misting
the glass and got up. He walked to the front door and stood out
on the porch, listening to the rumble of thunder and the
pitter-patter of rain. With a few steps more, he was out in the
rain, his long, black hair being plastered to his head, neck,
face, and shoulders. His eyes closed and he lost himself in fury
of the storm, body relaxing to the steady fall of water against
his muscles.
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Re: Beyond
By: Calyx Date: March 19, 2016, 12:58 pm
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What seemed like a few days to the Goddess of beauty and youth
were a few months that had passed; lacklustre days droned on,
though she had met her mother a few times to check up on the
woman, and to learn of her father’s condition. Apparently, her
disappearance had caused more than a headache, and had tousled
the otherwise -pristine- Kingdom of Zeus. The woman was
completely oblivious to her brother’s whereabouts or plans, but
she didn’t have an unearthly desire to find out either -
instead, she had travelled. She had come across mortals who
talked of dreams and aspirations, who hadn’t seen wildlife like
she had - or the simple wonder of infinite power. For a moment,
perhaps, she had wanted to force herself to discover what Aetus
had so passionately poured from his heart, considering of
course, it was still in tact.
When he had sent an invitation, Afroditi had been both pleased,
and overwhelmed with excitement; the man’s army, his little game
had opened up a whole entire world inside her mind, of what his
Kingdom would be like. She did fear that it wouldn’t meet her
expectations, though as she ventured through the woods and
admired the tall trees, the animals that were far too beautiful
and far too large to devour with eyes alone, she was delighted
to find it went beyond what she had thought it would be.
Everything captivated her, and though she hated the heavy rain,
she allowed the torture of it, just to stare at all the plants,
the colour that radiated from the land, and the animals, a
moment longer.
When a bird, with wings that served as a large pavilion flew
down, to shelter her from the heavy torrent, she looks up in
acknowledgement, warmth radiating in her green gaze for a
moment, before progressing toward the house he had described in
his letter. The white dress she had worn was now glued to her
skin, putting on show her salacious curves, and large, plump
breasts.
Her tan skin had remained the same only glowing more, through
her appearance hadn’t; she was a different woman, to the one he
had first met, and the broken figment of his former wife, that
he had latched onto the last time. Today, Aetus would see
Afroditi for who she was, simply because she allowed it. She had
a wide face, a perky, small nose, and large eyes with thick
brows and high cheekbones framing it all. Her plump lips part as
she inhales, a strand of wet hair swept across her forehead,
another hanging on the left side of her cheek. The rest hung in
thick waves, stopping at her waist and as she comes to the
house, the bird still flying atop of her, she smiles sweetly.
When she first tilts her head up, she finds Aetus in the nude,
befitting as that was how he had met her, and cocks her head to
the side; he was relaxed by the rain, his muscles visibly
easing. Afro didn’t miss his impressive physique, but for the
time being, she forced herself to overlook that.
“Is this how you welcome all the women you invite back here?”
Her voice is flirty and light, a tad humorous as she waits for
him to open his eyes, standing with a hand on her hip, the other
resting above her forehead.
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Re: Beyond
By: Demonreach Date: March 20, 2016, 4:12 am
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Lost within the flows of time, of each second that held each
held their own universe of possibilities; of opportunities lost
or taken, Aetus was unaware of the woman; but even this was
false in that his conscious mind was unaware of what his
subconscious mind knew; the mind that Saw everything.
A few seconds past for her when she finished speaking, a few
seconds that seemed to span entire centuries for him as he
pulled himself from his reverie.
His eyes opened slowly, looking upon the goddess with lids
half-closed, 'I prayed for a beautiful woman and instead they
sent me you...' His words held the same lightness that hers had,
though perhaps ill-practiced. The tone almost uncomfortable
coming from his lips given his usual demeanor of a glacier.
The old god's head tilted to the side as his eyes opened fully,
taking in the woman moreso than before; enjoying the beauty that
had decided to grace him. She stirred a hunger in him still, a
certain fire that made his body long for her own; an ache that
demanded to be sated but he knew it could not be done. A faint
smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
'The rain should pass within a couple of hours, though it could
go on all day.' The broad shoulders shrugged before he pushed
the few strands of hair out of his face, slinging water back
from the wet tendrils. 'I have a fire going within, if you'd
care to join me. I was... unsure of your arrival but I keep
spare clothing of all kinds. Unexpected guests are not
uncommon.'
He frowned, knowing that he had invited her here to his own
little world and that she wasn't necessarily unexpected. Again,
his shoulders rolled in a shrug in answer to his thoughts. The
Blackwood sighed softly and made his way towards the house, the
faintest of frowns creasing his face as he felt the rain leave
his body. He opened the door, watching the woman, taking in the
grace of her movements; the bounce of her breasts and the sway
of her hips. Movements accentuated moreso by the dress that
clung so wetly to her body.
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Re: Beyond
By: Calyx Date: January 8, 2019, 9:47 am
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It was strange to hear the light-hearted humor wrap itself
around the man's tongue, Aetus was a man with broad shoulders,
and a face that seemed to be angry always, so it made sense the
emotion sounded foreign to her, but Afroditi was pleased that
his sharp tongue didn’t rest against hers. The woman’s green
gaze scanned the area, seemingly unbothered by the heavy shower,
forcing her dress to cling to her salacious curves. There was a
glow that seemed to reflect off of the surface of her skin; skin
that seemed so delicate and yet it withstood everything. At
last, she moves forward slowly, her big orbs taking everything
in, and as she enters she feels the temperature rise, the fire
that burned casting a light orange glow on the furniture.
The house was warm and inviting, to her surprise. Sitting on the
wooden floor, she felt the night air tickle the hem of her
white, and now sheer dress against her ankles, before tilting
her head up to look at the man. It was at that precise moment
she realised that she had never really given much attention to
Aetus’ features, and now that she was doing so, it dawned on her
that the man was attractive, in a rough and rigid way that she
actually enjoyed. But, it wasn’t just his face that impressed
her, it was his body too, built to fight, built to protect what
was his, built to demolish kingdoms.
The dry night air slipped between the fabric of her dress and
her skin, gliding along her legs and torso, as she arched her
back to lean against a sofa, lifting her right leg to rest over
her left. Her right arm also lifted as she leaned a little to
the side, so she could rest her head against her hand. Pieces of
dark hair were stuck to her face, the water from the rain
gliding down her temples, and along her chin, until finally
dripping onto her chest. Afroditi embodied a beauty that no
other woman did, she was sexy, but without trying. As she
listens to the rise and fall of her chest, she closes her eyes
and hums a hum of approval.
“I’m upset you didn’t invite me earlier, I like this place.”
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Re: Beyond
By: Howardini Date: January 18, 2019, 6:19 am
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Its amazing! I`d like to read more!
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Re: Beyond
By: Demonreach Date: January 21, 2019, 7:00 pm
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(For our guest, anything <3)
As his guest entered the house, he closed the door and followed
her, directing to the heart of his home. He stoked the fire
gently with rather long staff; the end he was using to poke the
slowly dying glows. After a minute, his free hand moved to the
basket that held a few pieces of wood for such an occasion.
'It's a bit empty for now,' he murmured, glancing at her from
the peripherals of his eye; he kept one eye on the fire as he
carefully placed the few pieces of wood into the pit, feeding
the fire. 'I've been meaning to add more houses but there hasn't
been any reason to.'
He straightened himself as he finished with the wood; rubbing
his hands to rid himself of the debris. Aetus looked her up and
down, sizing her up and nodded to himself, striding confidently
away to another room. He came back some minutes later with dry
clothes, simple in make, but clothes he was sure would fit. His
own legs were covered with soft leather pants which fit loosely
around his legs and ankles, hanging low on his hips, but kept
his upper body bare.
Her own clothes were soft cotton: a simple shirt that had been
dyed a goldenrod yellow with a darker forest green color for the
pants.
'They should fit,' he spoke confidently, the ice in his voice
warmer. 'They haven't been worn, I promise, but I have more
sisters than brothers.'
Aetus sat across from the sofa she had alighted upon; his own
seat he took across from his guest. A wooden table sat low to
the floor, at the same level as the seats in which they were
resting upon, shone in the new light. The dark room gave way to
the growing light from the fire, a few floor sconces were lit.
Wax from the candles on the sconces seemed to come up from the
floor like stalagmites, connecting with the sconce itself as the
wicks burned. A few table candles were lit on the table between
them as well as on the wall-sconces.
The sconces were perhaps one of the few pieces of metal that
decorated his house save the obvious nails needed; all the
furniture had been carved from single pieces of wood or fitted
together without the aid of nails. Aetus had made the sconces as
well, twisting the iron into odd shapes.
It was obvious which ones were his first try, as the room they
were currently in, were simple in nature and slightly warped.
The others in the house were better made, oft made in the forms
of an animal or twisted into a vague humanoid shape. He held one
in his own room that twisted and forked like a tree. That was
incomplete still.
The pictures in the house were all hand-painted by him as well.
It was clear he didn't have much talent in that regard, but when
one had all the time he could ask for, why not?
'An empty village for an empty world for an empty man,' he
sighed, shaking his head. 'Perhaps one day my family will flock
towards this haven, so far separated from the dealings of
mortals that they needn't worry about their own egos.'
He chuckled, a warm sound that sent the air into vibrations.
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Re: Beyond
By: Calyx Date: January 22, 2019, 1:00 am
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“Maybe you’ll build me one so I could visit more often,” again,
her voice is curtained by a thin veil of humour, lifting her
brows in a playful manner as her gaze followed him around the
house, a soft air brushing against her soft skin from behind
her, having probably snuck in through the little cracks in the
edges of the window. She continued as he added some wood to the
fire, not letting her gaze stray from him, “I’d like a pale pink
house,” now, a smile curled the sides of her lips up, “and each
room should have a balcony.”
Her voice carried an air of conviction, and she spoke with
confidence, “and I’d like a room just to paint in, maybe it
could overlook a river so I could paint the sunsets, maybe even
the sunrises.”
It was nice to dream, but it was nicer to just relax. The past
few months had been hard on her family, she had blessed her many
soldiers going into battle despite her fathers wishes not to,
and was paying for it now; the battle between the two countries
was still ongoing, after four months and it didn’t seem like it
would stop anytime soon, and though Zeus claims he will not
partake in this war, Afroditi knew he favoured the opposing
side, the side he shouldn’t be on.
She had noticed the paintings hanging on the walls and when he
retrieves the clothes for her, she takes them gracefully,
standing and waving her hand to one of the portraits, “is that
your work?”
A tilt of her head and she wraps her fingers around the straps
on her shoulders, pulling them to the side to let the dress drop
to the floor and curl around her ankles. She didn’t wear
anything under the dress, because quite simply, she didn’t need
to; she was so much more comfortable just wearing nothing in all
actuality, but there were customs that perhaps, she should
follow as she wasn’t in her own house and wasn’t entirely aware
of what the man standing before her was and wasn’t comfortable
with.
When she pulls the shirt over her head to find it reaches her
thighs, she decides there is no need for the pants and places
the item over the arm of the chair before taking her seat once
more, next to him, leaning to the side so she’s facing him.
“And here I thought you had women coming in and going out as you
pleased,” she enjoyed the jokes she exchanged with the man for
she knew that his tongue was as witty as hers and she enjoyed
his more warm and relaxed form, laughing with him when he joked
about his family. She had only met one family member, a cousin
of Aetus’, who had taken an appreciation to her, so much so that
he had suggested if things didn’t turn out so well with Aetus he
would be more than grateful to take her out.
“I brought you something by the way.”
She waves her hand and a bottle of Ouzito appears on the table.
“Now all we need . . . are glasses.”
[Howardini: awhh, thank you so much xD you're too sweet ♥]
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Re: Beyond
By: Demonreach Date: April 1, 2019, 2:08 am
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Aetus watched in relative silence as she dressed; the cracking
of wood and the gentle purr of the fire -along with his own
gentle breathing- broke that silence until she would speak
again. His eyes gazing at the soft curves of her body, admiring
the way her body moved as she shrugged the dress off and allowed
the shirt to take its place; admiring the way her muscles moved
beneath the soft flesh.
A powerful woman indeed.
The Blackwood noted the shadows in her eyes; the weariness of
godhood, of being worshiped. Of the strain of chaining oneself
to the mortals whims. How fickle they were. His eyes grew hard,
his body tensing with some deep-rooted anger, but the tension
was gone almost as soon as it came.
'I shall have to give your house some thought, then,' he said,
after the anger dissipated from his body; his eyes holding a
more gentle gaze. An interesting concept, having another live
here, but was that not his intention? A home away from home? Had
he not extended his gift to his own family? Only a few had came
to treat with him. Why could he not allow others to make use of
this realm? He exhaled slowly, allowing his eyes to meet hers
finally as she sat beside him.
'They all are,' he said simply, to her inquiry about the
painting.
Aetus had hundreds, if not thousands, of paintings scattered
throughout this house and his family home. His family allowed
him this activity, though not like they had much choice. He had
not seen, or heard, from his family in such a long time, he
feared he was the last of his family.
A hermit with no legacy; just an empty realm, surrounded by his
own devices. How long had he been absent from the world and its
machinations? He shook his head, knowing he did not care. But
was that not why he had invited this woman here? To show him all
that he has missed? The Blackwood of Fate and Time had but to
allow his mind wander to understand all that he had missed.
Instead, however, his eyes tracked the rivers of time that
flowed and eddied about her person.
So many mortals...
'If I had as many women coming and going as you say, I would
have a lot more pale, pink houses.' He said, allowing the humour
to touch his eyes. Since his cousin had left, her mind
fragmented from grief, Aetus had not felt such warmth; the
companionship of another had eluded him for some time now, his
imprisonment Aetus' own design, but a necessary one.
Pulling himself out of his melancholy, the young Blackwood gave
her a smile at her gift, 'A fine gift; one I am humbled by.'
He inclined his head in appreciation and stood, walking into his
kitchen and procured two glasses. Aetus returned to his guest
within a moment of having done so, setting them down on the
coffee table that rest just in front of the sofa upon which they
sat. Opening the bottle for them, Aetus would pour the liquid,
allowing it to fill the glasses halfway before setting the
bottle down and sealing it once more.
'Perhaps a toast to your new house, yes?'
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Re: Beyond
By: Calyx Date: May 29, 2019, 3:27 pm
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His thoughts hung around her, like the soft tendrils of her
hair, but they didn’t suffocate her and as she observed the soft
wrinkle between his brows, she noticed the fleeting anger. It
came from nowhere and went back to the darkness, replaced by a
soft gaze, one she wasn’t used to, coming from him.
Aetus was a lonely man, the pictures that hung around his house
and his desolate land a testament to that loneliness. It wasn’t
just his land however, it showed even in the way they conversed.
He was charming, that couldn’t be argued against but the
awkwardness in his laugh highlighted that he hadn’t laughed with
many women, that he didn’t hang around people often; he lacked
certain social skills.
Afroditi was the opposite; she was a social butterfly, she knew
how to flirt, she knew how to make conversation, and she knew
how to entice and seduce men. It came with her curse, it was her
downfall, but she didn’t hate her allure right now; instead, she
revelled in it. There was something about the way he spoke of
bringing her mindless thoughts alive; it made her stomach
clench, the knot that had formed tightening when she looked
around the room. Perhaps he would indulge in her whims and
actually build her a house.
Her body warmed but it wasn’t because of the sparkling orange
fumes a few feet away; hell, she would stay warm even if they
opened the windows and invited the rain and wind in. The heat
came from somewhere else, it was primal, and it scorched her
skin. When he spoke of women coming and going, she found, to her
surprise, something deep in her chest constricted.
She didn’t like it.
The emotion was foreign and unwelcome, and she couldn’t wrap her
head entirely around it.
She thanked him with an incline of her head when he handed her
the drink; it was unbeknownst to her that she mirrored his
movements, and when he raised the glass and toasted to her new
house, a flush painted over her cheeks before a beaming smile
captured her full lips.
She glowed.
A house would be wonderful.
A house here, especially.
“To my new house,” she raised her glass, letting it clink with
his before gulping the drink down, having not realised how dry
her throat had been, welcoming the chilled liquid into her
stomach, “and hopefully the only pale pink house that will stand
here,” she put extra stress on ‘only’, her eyes brightening with
an emotion she was all too familiar with, letting it cloud her
emerald orbs.
Staying here tonight would be so dangerous.
But she didn’t care right now, she was having too much fun.
Taking initiative, she poured drinks once more, raising her
glass, “to new ventures,” she smiled a dangerous and delicious
smile as she raised her arm, waiting.
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