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Lust Leads to War: Ch. 3
Chapter 3: Return of the Wolf
Twilight was about to yield to the coming dawn. No word had been spoken since Rauron agreed to help with the unknown plan. Uncertainty had filled Raurons mind for the past few hours. What had he volunteered for? This needed to be answered. Soon.
You want to kill him, stated Rauron, finally breaking the dead silence t
Lust Leads to War: Ch. 2
Chapter 2: Flight
The dungeons are underground. There is eight feet of solid rock from above, north, south, east, and west. It was guarded by three of our best guards. And you are telling me that one human got past them?
Rauron stood there deep in thought, as the Lord sat there, his booming voice echoing all throughout the hollow stone dungeon as he screamed
Lust Leads to War: Ch. 1
Chapter 1: Discovery
Rauron awoke that morning to the bright, cloudless sky, the sounds of birds chirping, the gentle gibbering of the creek flowing through the forest. All was calm and peaceful; he got out of bed, approached the window, and looked at the brilliant sunrise above the green roof of the forest, and thought that the day would just go by. As every other one did.
He walked to the mirror that was next to his bed, and looked thoughtfully at himself. His dark brown eyes stared back at him, still a bit glazed over with weariness, out of a face of light brown complexion. His left eye was partially covered by his long, black hair. He pushed his hair out of
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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