Raging Blood And Bond

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nts for answering her questions, she wasn't lying, t

the pool, completely ignoring

des on the borders, my h

and how I'd be having a war

kids were captured and tortured with burning iron and breaking bones to set their

I now appreciated Cleopatra for because she was quite tol

tty much convinced me that I was a prisoner who couldn't leave this chilly caver

o, as I had a thought that whatever I did would be

Taking with me a half-filled bottle of wine that the

o the pool with them while being stark naked, some moved ar

erving me three-square meals, change of clothing, a

ns around the bed, and lay with a blanket over my head, bu

ing to make me indulge in th

ered in groups; some danced, some sang, and others talked and laughed. Occasio

; an Aultik with Terin or a strange

bully part, the common thing was perfection-their gorgeous looks. Except Fir

with different colors, textures, and lengths. And though their weights and shapes varied, they all looked

ups, I trailed behind the las

me. A few times I bruised my legs on rocks, some sharp, the wound stinging. Other times t

through the cavern, but it was a long t

rs, the roadway became easier

wer wasn't how I tho

dark brown paint. The floors were v

ers and their footsteps dying down. And whe

ught my attention. It came from the left side

refully. Lit candles were arrayed against

kissed my face, carrying scents

down and probably reaching the building's peak. One-half side of it had long, slender glass windows th

a bifurcated staircase, of which one side dire

tting look. The ones set out on the ground floor were better, they

eir instrument-Cellos, Flutes, Pianos, Violins, and Harps. They playe

und us, Eryev

und her loin and bust regions. The golden headpiece crowning her head was peculiar, its blue ge

he asked as her eyes left mine, pee

ttered, but the woman walked

the lower shelves. It made me wonder why t

hese on. I believe you've

art about attacking my f

een known to a

But n

ch when triggered can exaggerate your behavior and sometimes that of your mate. At first, the bond is rogue

ke I was being told to dive into a bottomless pit. "Take a walk with me.

es against the windows side of the hall. "They are things we want the world to know a

King and Lad

her dark green pupils. "The Ice King, yes. Lady Art, no. Memories of her had al

that the Ice King story was just something crafted out of bored

ilies. We specify that it was for re

do you kn

easy to understand, as most details about Lady Art had been wiped out; like her real name, her life story, what she looked like, the reason for the mass

ilies and the

families, but we are certai

w if she's

ips downward whil

e cave. With no voice to guide

and there were like hundreds of candles closely laid out in rows. One had to

or two from here, I'd probably be able to find my way back. That was my thought before s

ight turned off. And though I opened my

And I heard nothing aside from one word, "Mate." It sounded

n the darkness clo

looked like a thick ring rotating around a circle. They had life in them as if they were org

e; one that'd burn me out, as a furn

was that stared at me, but I was very

eeply as thunder. At that moment the voice came ag

arkness faded, it felt like I landed o

have dropped the candle I picked up earlier because it w

voice whispered again, "Mate," this time from the poo

e my eyes were fixated

king down candles, their waxes spr

ld see, at the bottom of it, a coffin. I

ice urged. Then my hands st