So, the mother~ship

Landed after a long trip

Wondering what kind

Of planet this was

All of her children

Seemed to be quite bedridden

Not ready to be left

In a place that was in a bad state

Every single one of the crew

Were tired of eating only stew

They longed for something

Maybe a little bit or more tastier

Along came a cloaked figure

Winding in a boat along the river

The figure let out it’s hand

Sprinkling some golden dust

Everybody on the ship

Began to trip

Soon they started to sink

Into the ground—’twas quicksand

Their cries were drowned

By the mighty waters rushing back

And forth along the bank

No one could save them

None of them stood a chance

Against the cloaked figure

Who’d known how to

Easily prance o’er the mortals

Whistling back down the river

Under the light of the moon

Waiting for the next traveler

That would have to face Décès!

#Décès! (c) 29th Juin, 2022.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UCNvwViMJpY

There she stood waiting, and watching— with her eyes on the bêtes. The crowd surrounding her were in silence.

Many of them slightly trembling-some would say it was from the cold~ but really when one faces a horde of bêtes

from the cave, you had to remember to hold your breath. You see the bêtes can smell fear from a kilometre away, ready to pounce on anyone who stood in their way!

She growled back in defiance as the bêtes began to make their trek toward her. Moving with such great force enough to drag a royal barge across the jungle.

The bêtes leaped into the air, ready to strike their foe. As soon as they were airborne, she raised her spear, & swung it like she was reaching for mangoes that were lodged at the top of the highest branch.

A group of gifted artists from the tribe banged their hands on the Ngoma sets. Then a sound of ululating followed coming from a band of young, as well as older females of the clan.

The young warrior’s heart was racing. Her entire body was scarlet, drenched in red from head to toe from the remains of the bêtes that she had managed to extirpate.

After the corpses of the beasts had been buried in the caves— the young warrior created her own armor from the bones of the bêtes.

Now when she would be in another battle, she would be able to channel the spirits of the bêtes.

She can use their spiritual energy to b’ ever Victorious!

#Bêtes! (c) 29.Juin.2022

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zRHzWrWIXog

The air surrounding her body was frigid. Also, something had started to crawl over her body.

She woke up with a start, & tried to scream, but her mouth was missing from her face. Clarah waved her hands frantically back and forth trying to swat whatever was crawling over her skin.

Then she heard the sound of bones crackling not too far from her body. She felt another thing clinging tightly around her legs.

She twisted her body around to get free from these things. Alas, nothing she did worked.

Clarah then felt a sudden wave of energy burst from her palms. She created such an intense blinding light that sizzled the things to a crisp.

She heard a round of applause coming from her backside. The clapping became louder as whoever it was drew nearer to her side.

As soon as the clapping stopped, Clarah yelled out: ‘Stay back!’

The thing standing behind her snickered. ‘O, what shall become of me once I get struck by whatever it is you just did? Do you even know how to use your gift?’

Clarah sniffled and took a deep breath. ‘Uhhmm…yes.. at least I think so—’ she said as she finally realized that her mouth was back in its rightful place, and not missing anymore.

The thing stated at Clarah and the burst out laughing, while slowly unraveling Clarah from the invisible threads that were around her body.

She fell down from her mid-air threading trap. How she had ended up in that state she had absolutely no clue.

Clarah thanked her knight, or rather dark shadow being in bony armor. When she turned around the thing charged toward her in a nanosecond.

It stopped directly right before her very eyes, slowly gazing into Clarah’s eyes. Never had it seen eyes that seemed to glow like the sun.

The thing stepped back, and asked, ‘Who sent you here?’

Clarah gulped and sighed. ‘I should be the one asking the questions here!’ She was getting tired of whatever this place was.

The thing pulled out a what looked like a watch that had been hidden underneath its armor. Clarah could not tell what the watch was for. It did not have one face, but quite a number of them.

‘What is that?’

‘What is what?’

‘That.’ Clarah beckoned at the watch.

The watch vanished from the thing’s hold, & landed in Clarah’s hands. She stared at the contraption, paying attention to every little arm that was moving at such a rapid speed for Clarah to tell what exactly it was measuring.

The thing yelled out. ‘Enough of your magick tricks— hand that back to me- you must be a witch.’

Clarah shook her head. ‘I am NOT a witch!’

‘Alright then if you’re NOT a witch, then you must be a…Oh..’

Clarah raised her eyebrow. ‘Well, tell me.’

The thing quickly pulled out more stuff from underneath its armor, and then screamed the moment a book landed on the ground. It used one of its bony fingers to unlock the book.

Clarah waited for the thing to let her know what it was trying to tell her.

It grinned, then looked from the book to Clarah. ‘You are definitely NOT a witch.’ It closed the book, and started whistling.

Clarah frowned. ‘Come on. Tell me what you read in the book. What does it tell you I am?’

The thing shrugged its shoulders. ‘I have no clue what the book said. I just wanted to look more wise reading from it. Anyway, let’s go.’

‘Where are we going?’

The thing sighed. ‘You sure do ask a lot of questions. We’re off to see the Mfumu.’

‘The What?’

‘Don’t worry. He might not try to eat you, at least once he hears what you can do.’

Clarah followed the thing into a portal that was a bit further away from the spot that she had been trapped in. She was glad to at least have not been eaten by the thing, or whatever else had been waiting to slowly consume her bit by bit.

#SHATTER (c) 28th June, 2022.

Clarah stared at the elderly woman laying still. This did not make any sense.

The nurses had just checked in on the woman, and she had been laughing so loud her laugh could be heard from down the hall of the living space for the lost souls.

Some of her silver hair was covering part of her face. As soon as Clarah tried to reach out to move it in the right place, the part that she touched split & fell to the side onto the floor.

Clarah placed one hand over her mouth. Her heart started to beat so fast as if it would burst out of her chest. She stormed out of the room and rushed to the bathroom.

Once there she tried to calm herself down. Then the lights began to flicker. She closed her eyes in a flash…waiting for the lights to get back to working in a normal way.. but they continued to misbehave like a giant flame that was being put out with a burst of water from a magical gourd.

Clarah opened her eyes the minute the lights were functioning properly. She stared in the mirror & froze. Her eyes landed on what she saw in the clear glass.

‘You know I know that you are watching me!’ She bellowed and walked away from her reflection.

She took a deep breath and started to chant:

From the crowing

To the mooring

Souls aligning

Vessels mourning

All come forth

Bring on the mirth

Waves rising

Time bending

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a piece of thread. It swirled around & started to spin itself around her body, tightening its hold on Clarah.

She felt the room getting smaller and crashed onto the floor. After a while, she opened her eyes and found herself back in a familiar place.

‘Hello, there!’ The old lady smiled at her young friend. Clarah tried to get up and bow her head, but she could not move.

‘Now don’t you worry dear. You need your rest. The work has only began. Go tell the others to get ready, too.’

Clarah gave a slight nod and found herself already out of the room, in the hallway on her way to inform the rest of the crew.

What was she going to say to them? Who was this woman anyway? How in the world did she end up in this strange place?

Clarah stopped in the hallway and looked back. All the doors in the corridor had vanished. She began to run and the passage only became longer, and longer.

All of a sudden she heard something begin to crack. She looked down, and the floor beneath her was not there anymore.

‘Ahhhh!’ She screamed as she fell down… to her demise.

#SHATTER (c) 10/06/2022.

The antelope leaps

O'er the tall blades of grass

A young warrior crouches

Onto the dark red earth

Ready to pounce on his prey

Watching its every movement

Putting his gaze on the fresh meat

Smiling widely and starts chanting

Ever so grateful for the hunt

& for his ancestors plentiful blessings

A small twig snaps beneath his foot

Soon the chase begins

He jumps up ready for it

Taking a deep breath

His food tries to head toward the river

But the current is too strong

The young lad reaches for his bow

In finesse he shoots the golden arrow

With a gentle thud the antelope falls

Onto the dark red earth

The young warrior ululates

He kneels down as tears stream down his face

Placing his hand over the animal's eyes

He says a quick prayer for the good hunt

Then using the back of his hand

Dries his tears

#PROU (c) 24th February, 2022. Thorsday

(Warning- Mature content, reader(s) advised)-

The way she walked into his tent bothered him. Demanding respect from him only with her facial expression. She didn't need to say a word. He felt like he would soon be begging for mercy and on his knees once his body and hers were less than a few inches apart.

His hair was like nothing she had ever seen before. Her eyes beamed with curiosity seeing him adorned in a purple toga with gold embroidery. She approached him and leaned forward, bowing respectfully, lowering her head, too.

She felt like she was under a spell- with those aquamarine eyes of his. He pushed his seat backward away from the breakfast table and moved closer to her side where she stood near the long dark brown rug.

Her heart started to skip a beat once she smelt his quite strong grape wine and lavender scent. He stroked her chin and slowly brushed his fingers across her two lips. She sighed and shut her eyes.

He grinned enjoying the control that he had over her mind, body, and soul. She opened her eyes and pounced on him like a predator ready to devour its prey.

With one hand she began unwrapping the toga that was draped over his arm. Then with her other hand, she slid it at the back of his neck. She pulled him closer and gently sucked and bit his lower lip.

He bent his head backward and moaned. She laughed and tossed his toga to the side on the rug ready to keep going.

One of the soldiers was standing guard at the front door of the emperor's tent keeping an eye out to make sure no one came to interrupt the emperor at this time. If anyone disturbed the emperor, that person would have to face the emperor's wrath and end up being tossed into the maze of despair to face the mythological creatures or try to find their way out of the vast unending maze that was impossible to escape from.

The emperor smiled and stared in awe at the sight of the dark caramel and gold skin tones of his goddess. She wore a light colorful tunic, vibrant bejeweled sequin fascinator, & a blend of assorted berry lipstick.

With a sudden movement, she slipped out of her light tunic, carefully took the vibrant bejeweled sequin fascinator off her head. She twirled around and began dancing, as she danced the beads on her waist swayed in a circular motion. The emperor watched and smiled at seeing the other beads dangling between her breasts.

He squeezed her closer to his body, playing with the tips of her breasts, sucking and biting on them like a hungry newborn. She cried out from the pain and burst of satisfaction of his every action.

The emperor kissed her and held her tight. Silently making a wish that even in the next life, they would find each other, to be together for all eternity.

#DesertFlames (c). 01/14/2021. Friyay.

CURRENT CENTURY OR TIME:

Set in the period of the times of magick, rulers of the dark arts, and in an age when folks in every village still believed that the Black Forest was a place where naughty children who did not listen to their parents would end up being either taken and eaten by a witch or whisked away to the realm of the dead never to be seen in the land of the living ev'r again.

THE STORY OF THE DRUIDS

Once upon a time, long ago, well, before the dawn of time. Druids gathered from their own space and time to venture into the unknown and outer further places, regions, among the multiverse. They ended up creating a planet, Orn, where magick dwells and creatures took over so much space of the new planet.

But one day, they decided that a planet needed some mighty warriors or at the very least the druids formed several mortal beings and instructed them to work together and care for the planet, Orn.

SECTIONS OF THE PLANET

The planet Orn is filled with scavenger-type birds, insects that when held secrete acid, plants that may look pretty and calm, but get closer to them and you might be swallowed whole, or squeezed to death. There are other sections of the planet filled with caves of wonder, ancient drawings, marked explosive sites, including volcanic activity in the more rocky areas/regions of the planet.

VARIOUS ADVENTURES...

As a new stranger to the planet, dive into the peculiar world created by the Druids. Explore the vast range of regions, with some holding a section cut off from the rest of the planet that is underground and filled with fossils of odd-looking creatures. Just try not to be too curious, they say these fossils might be buried, even if that is so the slightest brush or touch may bring them back to life.

The range of adventures and missions:

A. Working to create a village- building your own place while trying to battle the creatures in the area.

B. Taking part and place at the academy created to train others in the ways of the Druids. Learning and even trying out the druid magick.

C. Experiencing the different zones and areas of the planet, seasons, too. Going to dive deep into the Black forest, watch out for the deadly plants, witches, or random portals that will lead you to the realm of the dead. then once you're there you'll have to figure out how to escape.

D. Work on discovering the spell the druids used to explore the multiverse.

E. Battle the fossils, try to win/end up getting ready for death by fossilization. Or face becoming a fossil, too!

F. Take a ride on a scavenger bird to view the planet, Orn, from the green and violet sky.

Good luck! May the druids grant you favor as you wander the planet, Orn.

#DRUIDS #RULE! (c) 01/06/2022.

The sound of whistling echoed around the entire hallway. There was a great rush and flood of hurried sounds of quick footsteps. Doors were swung in such a fast manner that it almost made one think they were going to be torn away from the hinges and crash onto the floor.

Mother Superior seemed to move ever so gracefully, with her hands clasped and her eyes wide, alert and staring down at all the children. She stopped at one of the doors. The only one that had not been opened in readiness for inspection.

The other kids had been on time and made their way to line up right by the front side of their doorstep, in the main corridor. Some kids gulped and others felt beads of sweat trickle down at the back of their heads.

Mother Superior snapped her fingers and the door that had been tightly shut opened in one full swinging motion. She raised her voice at the kid still fast asleep in the corner of the room on a featherbed.

The kid’s body rose in the air and landed onto the floor with a loud thud. He squinted his eyes, quite startled and shivered from the sudden cold draft in the air.

At the second time Mother Superior screamed at him, he stood at attention and gave a slight bow. She was not amused at this brief and late display of respect.

She would have to give the kid a reminder of who he was trying to act funny with. The kid ducked his head the moment he spotted Mother Superior aiming something at his head.

His heart skipped a beat once he saw the axe miss his head by only a few inches.

It landed on the wall right behind him.

Mother Superior exclaimed, “Not bad, kid. Now you better not get up late ever again, especially on my watch!”

With that said Mother Superior clapped her hands and the children scattered away in a formation. Making their way toward the staircase, past the library, and into the dining hall for breakfast.

The kid gulped when he had made it to the dining area with his head still in place. He shook his head and thought to himself, ‘I need to find a way to beat Mother Superior at her own game!’.

#PileouFace (c) 31.12.2021 Friday.

First movement

He gently glides his hand across the neck of the instrument’s body

Smiling at the way her body looks nicely polished and oiled in the moonlight

Second movement

With a light, smooth vibrato, he listens to the change of her voice/sound that makes him close his eyes

Happy to soak the rich tones in.

Third movement

One hand moves lower past her neck, and even lower near her cavity

He reaches there and plucks her strings gently

This makes her create an even more higher contralto tone

Fourth movement

His nose brushes the bridge of her body

Soon his lips follow along every curve & edge of her whole body

#SYMPHONY (c)

12/22/2021.