Raging Blood And Bond
EK L
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. Iice urged. Then my hands st