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Broken SoulBroken-hearted she sings,
yearning for the love of a kind king.
Lonely and scared she cries,
and she waits for the tears to dry.
As night goes to day,
it all seems to fade.
Black and white-her life,
it's just not the same.
Her king is gone, she's left to suffer.
The broken soul of a lost lover.
SanityHaskill hadn't expected this. The one his Lord had deemed his sucessor. A young wood elf girl named Arriana, from Tamriel. At the moment, she was retrieving the Chalice of Reversal for Duke Thadon. He was curious as to how this would go. Haskill had been in this realm so long, that he would just shrug off the madness of others. She however, was new. A fresh mind at the stake of insanity. He sighed, as he walked down the corridor of the palace.
Walking through the Duke's throne room, he sees Thadon enjoying felldew from the Chalice of Reversal. He cocked an eyebrow. The little elf was already back? Why hadn't she checked in with Lord Sheogo
Coming DaysArriana was scared. She had gotten out of the Imperial prison, Amulet of Kings in her small hand, heart beating so hard it felt bound to beat out of her chest. She ran as fast as she could, not stopping when her lungs felt ready to burst, when her knees buckled, bringing the elf to the ground. She stood and continued to run, her hand having a vice-like grip on the amulet.
When she came to Weynon Priory, she finally stopped running, her heart pounding like a hammer on an anvil. The bosmer walked to the doors of the priory, her legs threatening to give out at any second. She slowly opened the door, and stumbled in, black tendrils crawling in
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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