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In Dreams and RainIt was the heels that got her. The heels, and the silk dress. For anything, she couldnt remember why she let them convince her to put them on. A black silk dress that was uncomfortably higher than her knees and straps crossing over each other and hooking around the back of her neck. Black heels, inches high, with only a few straps and a small buckle. An hour into the night, and she couldnt understand how she had let them talk her into this outfit.
Her black, dark-blue-streaked hair hung shorter than it had in years, barely to the top of her shoulders, and the black stone at her throat felt cool against her skin. More makeup than shed ever seen in one place had gone on her face even through her protests. Her friends assured her over and over that she looked great, but now she wasnt so sure. And she hadnt even seen him all night.
Coryn! She turned half-heartedly to see who had called her name. Coryn!
Hey, she greeted the y
Human Dragons -- Present Genre"Don't lose it!" his voice called over the strobe lights and the pounding pulse of the music and the crowd. Zeke whirled to see his friend sprinting the length of the club's bar, scattering drinks into angry faces as he went, one heavily tattooed hand held out before him and the other extended by his hold on a slender blade.
"Not a chance!" Zeke answered, already turned and parting the dancers in the same direction. He couldn't remove the concealment on his large and heavy weapon in such a crowded place, so a grimace and his own intricately designed hand had to lead the way.
Zeke reached the door at about the same moment his counterpart leapt in a frontflip from off the bar, and they burst into the night together, not slowing a second when they spotted the target escaping fast down the street. His friend nearly outdistanced him, but, feet from the sprinting target, Zeke jerked the now fully visible broadsword, a weapon too long and heavy for human arms, off his back.
"Duck!" was all th
A Night Passed in SilenceIt was truly dark, as though the night made an effort to make up for the longer hours of day that were commonplace during the lands long summers. Stars broke unevenly through the rooftop of the glade, the leaves appearing as deep black holes in the very sky. No moon shone over the small area, and among the trees hung a respectful silence.
The woman was glad for that silence, enabling her to lower some semblance of alert and lapse into her thoughts. Inevitably, the tears flew from her eyes like stones tumbling over each other in an avalanche.
She was not supposed to fail.
The strongest of noble blood flowed in her; that of the late king, assassinated at the beginning of the decade. The decade this woman would see vividly again and again throughout her lifetime. His, and the blood of the woman who had the blame for his death pointed at her from every direction. Born of strange circumstances, fate had set her growth in strange circumstances to match. She was raised as no
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