by mozenwrathe on Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:35 am
*There are some that insist the dark elves and ogres know nothing of the word "love." Completely and utterly untrue. It is simply that within the dark elven society, love tends to be used as a weapon to get something from another unsuspecting House more often than not. In short, they use it the same way that noble families of the high humans have been for centuries. They have just raised it to an art form and alchemy. Or so they will tell you. As for ogres, well... let us say that when they believe in "tough love," they really and definitely mean it.*
If This Declaration Is Correct
by Ruidyynäh, dancer and collector of... stuff
upon my hands and knees I wait
presented toward the door with grin
knowing those two whom I care for
will be entering first this room we share
and then me if all hopes and dreams
within this heart of mine are right
do I know my ways are almost wanton
embracing the carnal with open arms
but for them do I know nothing but joy
as my heart soars with their hands on me
teeth against my skin causing me to flush
moaning softly into their strong caresses
are they different like rain and snow
one so good at holding her emotions in
until she feels all is in readiness to explode
and then like her hair is she fire and wind
engulfing me as would true conflagration
causing my senses to feel naught but her
even in the open air of winter's embrace
the other so used to be loved and lost
thrown about on the oceans of desire itself
cast away by fated folly until she met us
unused to knowing the stability of wonder
is she more the raging river over boulders
her heart stronger than any sword forged
yet pummeled by those who should have cherish
into the room they both now enter
each back from separate needs and wants
accomplishing little yet saying so much
until my pert behind wiggles at them merrily
my sex dripping without being touched
as thoughts of them together cause me to pant
and my whispers unbidden are said aloud
wanting if not needing them both here
do I hear the door close and lock quietly
chair being slid over to block it as well
with two voices in unison singing lowly
praises of my darkened skin and sex
as four hands and two hearts press against
lips caress my throat and cheeks
telling me that my loves have returned
and this day shall be better than any before
current characters:
Prydain Mozenwrathe (Magi, smith, known to the Might Makes Right) ,
Ichilandar Shimmerstrike (dark elf, ranger, merchant) ,
Dasan (Sheykan, druid, real estate specialist)