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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.

The piles of paper lay around the study room as if they were ready to take flight. It was time for the young master to organize his quiet space and find a better spot to place his documents.

A gentle tap on the study room door that led to the corridor startled him. The young master rose from his stoop and said, "You may enter."

The sound of the elderly man's voice brought a smile to the young master's face. He always enjoyed listening to what his most trusted guide had to say.

"My Lord. There is a trio waiting to see you in the living area."

The butler cleared his throat and sighed as if to indicate that the young master better get a move on, quick. He watched the young Lord chuckle knowing full well that the butler would not be amused by his dilly-dallying.

As soon as the young master left the study room, the butler thought to himself, "Oh this young master would lose his head if it was not attached to his body!"

The young master strolled briskly to the living area. Once he was there he opened the doors wide leading to the living area and took a deep breath.

He spotted his best friend, with a young lady, and another unfamiliar person. His eyes quickly took note of his guests appearance.

His best friend was well-dressed in a suit and tie, looking so dapper. Then the lady was dressed in the latest classical fashion- her dress fit her figure well, his mind started to wish that he could be alone with her and get to explore every inch of her edges and every curve. The last one or man standing was a new face, but he was dressed in a much simpler and casual attire than the other two friendlier faces.

The young master smiled and walked closer to greet his guests. He charmed them and asked if they did not mind staying the night as it was getting closer to nightfall.

They all agreed and ended up dining at the grand home of the young lord. While the rest of the young master's guests all prepared to head to bed, he went back to his study room. This time he planted himself into his seat and pondered on how to make sure his guests, or rather the young lady, stayed a bit longer in his humble abode.

He grinned at the thought of just having the young lady stay behind. Come what may, he would woo her.

#DEVOTED (c) December 12, 2021. Sundae.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApXoWvfEYVU

'Twas the night before Krismas, when all through the farmhouse

Not a kreatur was scurrying, not even a grouse.

The linens were spread o'er the beds with lots of care,

In hofft that Kris Kringle would soon be o'er there.

The kinder were snug as bugs in rugs,

While dreams of the sugar plum faeries waltzed in their noggins.

And meine brüder in there tight jeans, and I in my night gown,

Had just crashed ready for the sandman to guide us to dreamland.

When out of the barn there 'rose such a cacophony,

I jetted out from my slumber to see what was all this hullabaloo.

Away I dashed to the verandah as quick as the flash,

Blasted open the sitting room doors leading to the sound of the crash.

The stars of the night sky above

Gave the fields a wonderful glow

When, all of a sudden I heard a loud "Ho, Ho, Ho!',

But soon I fell backward in shock at the sight of the bearded fellow .

"Weihnachtsmann? " I shrieked,

I smiled, and gave a quick wink.

Many moons I had been skeptic whether Father Christmas was real,

Now here he was standing right before mine very eyes!

In a blink of an eye,

He decorated the tree,

Placed lights around the farmhouse,

And even had time to drink a cup of hot tea.

He chuckled and placed some toys in the stockings by the fireplace,

Even took sometime to place a few other toys by the children's pillows,

With the strike of the clock ringing for the familiar hour of midnight,

He hoisted his bag over his shoulder in one swinging motion.

Then in another blink of an eye,

He vanished in a burst of silver and golden dust,

But his jolly laugh echoed,

Remained chiming in my noggin'.

DAS ENDE.

#Weihnachtsmann. (C) Friday, December 10, 2021.

She knocked on my front door and I did not even touch the handle before the door moved wide open with a creak.

I froze in my steps, taking a moment of silence to behold her beautiful flowing locs that seemed to be hugging her rosy cheeked face.

Her locks moved to and fro- I just stared and wondered who this goddess could be? And what in the cosmos was she doing in my apartment of all places? Eh, truly odd.

Then her voice reached out into my mind. Her lips were not moving, but I understood everything that she had to say:

"Don't fear. I come from a place where time and space is something that is not quite a matter there. We have all the time in the world..." She tilted her head a bit backward, slapped her knee, and chuckled then continued..."It's just like you humans like to say. Is it not?"

I blinked and scratched my head. What was going on here? Was this some kind of joke that my neighbors had pulled together? They knew that I was certain about there being some place where time and space- or a vast range of alternate realities were possible.

But now this being standing before me with her golden, beautiful dazzling locs, her eyes were shining like a starry night brought to life with a light that was quite blinding.

She approached me...moving steady...reaching closer and closer, until our noses touched. Then she blinked her eyes and in an instant we were transported to another place.

I gasped and held onto her. In a tight embrace, not wanting to let go. She smelled wonderful. Reminded me of a blast of sweet roses, a mix of lavender, and honey, too.

Wherever we were headed, I hoped it was an island that had lots of palm trees, coconuts, and lots, and lots of rum.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPhL1Xg_zj8

#WAYFINDER. (c)

Mardi, 16th Nov., 2021.

Image source- https://www.artstation.com/artwork/68xP8N

This is the dentist

That replaced the teeth of Henry

Who had been hit by a bull

That had been frightened by the boy

Who had a twisted neck

That moved 360 degrees

This is the surgeon

That gave Philip a new heart

That was from a little boy

Who had been hit by a car

That was being driven by Henry

Who was rushing to see the dentist

This is the boy's mother

Who had seen the person driving

That had killed her little boy

Who had dreams of becoming a pilot

That the world would all know about

This is the necromancer

Who felt pity of the mother

That witnessed the death of her son

That soon came back to life

Thanks to the powers of the necromancer.

#NECROMANTE (c) 14.11.2021 Sundae.

The raindrops, they were not moving in a way as normal. Instead, the rain poured, but it was flowing heavenward.

What kind of place is this? Samantha thought to herself. She stood drenched from head to toe, waiting in the dead of the night for them to finish the ritual.

Her uncle stepped out from the shadows and handed her a shovel. She stared into his glasslike eyes, looking into them all she mostly saw was her own reflection staring back at her.

They heard the sound of horses neighing not too far from their current spot. Her uncle frowned at her.

"Come on, any hour now, child. Hurry up- we don't have all night. The guardians will soon be here and end up locking us away. Get to work!"

The expression on her uncle's face spoke much louder than his warning. Samantha clicked her tongue and grabbed the shovel from her uncle's old and wrinkly hand.

As soon as she had managed to dig a six foot hole, her uncle raised his hand and pulled the shovel out of her hands. She gasped and before she could do anything else, she saw the shovel being swung right on the top of her forehead.

She fell backward into the hole and her uncle quickly shoved the dirt onto her body. Once he was done, he clasped his hands and fell on his knees. He tossed the shovel to the side, pulled a knife out of his coat and sliced it across his left hand. He squeezed it and let the blood flow over the grave of his niece.

He raised his head and stared at the full moon.

With a toothy grin, he cackled and uttered, "O, starlight, star bright. Listen to my plight. The folks here need something to face that will give them such a fright. A creature full of might. One that is not born from the light, but from the shadows. Listen to an old man's plea. Let my wish come true. Here lies a body for your use, for this night."

After a little while, the old man vanished into the shadows and waited.

A couple hours later, a group of guardians had come across the grave. They decided to leave their horses by the river's edge and walked on foot from there to search for anything that was ready to bring forth something malevolent.

One of the guardians bent down and tilted his head to the side. He placed his hand on the ground and closed his eyes. His mind had sensed the presence of a being buried in the ground.

The guardian alerted the rest of the crew and another had found a shovel lying on the ground. Picking it up, and a flash of images flipped through his mind. The guardians all had seen what the one who had picked up the shovel had seen.

They formed a circle around the grave and proceeded to chant. Their chanting rose in the air and a barrier formed around the grave.

The guardians felt a change in the air. A thick fog formed around the grave and they could hardly see a thing.

The ground started to quake. They heard a growling sound coming from the grave. One of the guardians yelled out loud. Something had emerged from the grave and managed to drag his body into it.

The guardians tried to save their comrade, but they just heard the crunching of bones and flesh being torn from the rest of the guardian's body.

They started to run and head back to where they left their horses. Another guardian had slipped landing face down, he looked around and could not see any of the other guardians. The only thing he felt was the hot breath of something breathing near his neck.

He reached for his sword and tried to swing it at the creature. That tactic failed.

The thing bit into his neck and tossed his head to the side.

From the shadows, the uncle watched in delight. His work here was done. Underneath his breath, he whispered and chanted, "Guardians of the night. Any barrier you place, shall not save you in your space. Even your shadows will gather, and take their own form. They will form any army, ready to fight ya."

At that moment, the rest of the guardians that could see their horses all fell onto their knees. Their eyes trembled in fear at the sight of their own shadows with swords in their hands.

It was off with all their heads, in one powerful swing of swords from the guardians shadows.

The uncle stepped out from the shadows and squatted near the grave. He peeked in and squinted his eyes. His niece stared at him and growled.

He waved his index finger and said, "That's my girl. Don't worry, there's plenty more bodies for you to feed on. C'mon. The night is still young. Let's take a stroll into Sleepy Hollow."

#DEAD/ALIVE? (c) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFNK-9A2VRo

#HappyHalloween!!!

10.31.2021

The chapel walls felt like they were closing in on her. A hand fell on her shoulder. She stumbled a bit further backward and fell into the pew seat. The gentle voice of the sage made her nerves calm, at least for a short while. Their eyes met and she tried to look away, tears just about ready to continue streaming down her face.

Sound of the bells made her shift her body in a more alert state. The elder sighed and moved his hand, waving it in a way to request that she make room for him.

He slowly lowered his ancient body into the seat beside the woman. Not only could he sense her great loss, but he could see her thoughts pouring out of her mind. They played like a still painting that was brought to life. The colors, brightly burning like fire, and each image full of such an intensity he felt as if his mind was going to burn from the pain.

Her sniffles brought his mind back to the present moment. He clasped his palms and squinted his eyes as if the daylight was drifting away. It was quite the opposite. The first rays of the sun began to breakthrough the grand colored window glass that always reminded him of a kaleidoscope.

He smiled warmly at her and asked, "I have seen and can feel your pain, my dear. Know that I am here for you and ready to listen to what's weighing you down."

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and looked into the elder's ancient milky eyes. They kind of spooked her out from the way those eyes seemed to peer straight into her soul.

The elder chuckled. "Don't worry. I mean you no harm."

She gasped. Was he reading her thoughts? Ah, what kind of elder was he?

He laughed and then said, "So, I see that it will take a while for you to tell me your story, eh. Very well...I can wait...while we do that, would you like a cup of tea?"

She felt a weight lift off her shoulders and smiled. The thought of holding a hot cup of tea brought a tiny smile on her face.

The elder rose from his seat and waved his hand toward the tea room. "Shall we head to the tea room, my dear?"

She placed her hands on her lap and closed her eyes as if saying a little prayer, or a blessing for the day. The elder smiled and thought to himself, 'Hmm...now she could teach my subordinates a thing or two about prayer...I think she will fit right in with us here at the chapel.'