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''He bites the lobe of my ear and I cannot help but groan against his touch. His hands roam down my neck, over my chest as flat as his, and over my stomach firm as his. His fingers cup around my bottom and seize me with possessiveness. "Lovely," he whispers as he grinds his hips to mine, "Come the morrow I shall give the word. With the coming of the frost we shall take back what belongs to our people and destroy those pale monstrosities, their false gods, and their stolen empire."'' | ''He bites the lobe of my ear and I cannot help but groan against his touch. His hands roam down my neck, over my chest as flat as his, and over my stomach firm as his. His fingers cup around my bottom and seize me with possessiveness. "Lovely," he whispers as he grinds his hips to mine, "Come the morrow I shall give the word. With the coming of the frost we shall take back what belongs to our people and destroy those pale monstrosities, their false gods, and their stolen empire."'' | ||
| − | <div style="text-align:right;">— D'Ynlarin | + | <div style="text-align:right;">— D'Ynlarin Lignë-Garë, ''The Deer Prince''<br />''Deýdë Rhomydë Di'Lanan(My Lover the King)''</div> |
Revision as of 18:48, 18 July 2015
This page discusses the Tabletop RPG stats of the Dominion Era Elledynë. If you are interested in seeing the culture associated with this race, visit: Elledynë (Culture).
Template:Infobox elledynë I SEE HIM LEANING AGAINST THE RAILING. D'Fairyn Orus-Creda, our king—my lover. There is only one thing between him and a fall to certain death far below: a banister made not of simple wooden balusters, but of a graceful lattice of white wood so artfully crafted that the trefoil leaves carved into it seemed to move with an unseen, unfelt wind. Around his brow, glistening in the pale moonlight that set aglow the Olŷna that grow far below us, is the Weeping Circlet, the symbol of kingship to our grand and beautiful people.
He turns as I enter the balcony, wrapped only in the sheer cloth of my nightly gown. My breath catches in my throat. He is beauteous beyond compare, and the falling rivulets of water from the silver circlet he wears around his brow glitter in the moonlight and seem to make his eyes glow with unearthly light. We made love not too long ago, and the truth is that some part of me yet aches because of his passion. He catches my lips in his as his warm breath ghosts over my cheek. "The winds are changing," he whispers to me as he presses against me, his hard and aching loins rubbing against my own.
I nod to him in agreement. I can feel the cold upon my face and through the sheer silk of the cloth wrapped around me. This is not the natural cold of the moonrise. It is different. The winter is upon us once more. If the divinations of the sages of the court are to be believed, the winter shall be harsher than any we have yet known to this day. I am happy for I know that this will be the chance for our people to retake what is ours, but in the back of my mind I fear that there is a malevolence to the chill that I simply cannot name.
He bites the lobe of my ear and I cannot help but groan against his touch. His hands roam down my neck, over my chest as flat as his, and over my stomach firm as his. His fingers cup around my bottom and seize me with possessiveness. "Lovely," he whispers as he grinds his hips to mine, "Come the morrow I shall give the word. With the coming of the frost we shall take back what belongs to our people and destroy those pale monstrosities, their false gods, and their stolen empire."
Deýdë Rhomydë Di'Lanan(My Lover the King)
