There was much for Len Dy't B-taa to learn of the new world he'd been thrust into, regarding both this idyllic paradise and the sun-baked Empires that had found him first, wandering aimlessly in rags as the final fingers of the reaper slowly lost their grip on him. That there were still people...
It was rare that Len was caught unaware by anything; In his previous life, to be surprised was death. That rule was still burned deep into his bones even now, which was why the sudden presence of a face mere inches from his own caused him to react with reflexes nearly rivaling Noelani's own...
The unusual cat-eared fellow couldn't see the equally bewildered expression that Len Dy't wore on his face through his helmet, but the ancient warrior was every bit as flustered as he. Just as The Empress hadn't done too much to explain the history of The Scar to Len, it seemed she hadn't clued...
The Rain Dance, or the Ngoma ya Mvua as he'd heard people here call it, had so far been an incredible event. Never had Len seen such an incredible civilization in such close proximity to the water, so detached from the rest of the world. The sheer spectacle of it all left him reeling ever since...
The simmering sands were every bit as inhospitable as Len remembered them to be. The sun above showed no mercy as he wandered the dunes, searching for any remnant of his home amongst the vast and merciless desert. And yet even still, the sweat upon his brow and the sand beneath his fingertips...
The sun above bakes the land below
Find your own feet steady, have skin of stone
Not sand nor sword can weather your soul
Heed the call of the Trees, those Seven tall
The song upon his lips undoubtedly meant nothing to anyone but the man who sang it with dry lips and a brow soaked in sweat. In...
To say that Len knew what he was getting into would be categorically false. Having been beyond the veil of life for at least the last several centuries, the Grand Terios knew little of the Scar of Drakomir, save what little information Medja had provided him with when asking this favor of him...
"I think we shan't know the weight of my worth until it's laid bare." Len purred back at the Empress, a winsome smile on his face as she whispered huskily into his ear. Her body felt even warmer to the touch against his fingertips than the water that submerged them, and she only grew hotter as...
There had been unspoken emotions floating freely in the air between them as they'd stood on the balcony in one another's embrace, only hours prior. What had begun as a sudden and unexpected employment had very quickly evolved into feelings that had seemingly sparked from nowhere like a fire...
Noelani's assurances were appreciated, but Len nevertheless felt as though he'd made a fool of himself with his actions. His intentions for coming here had been to quietly study and learn more about the culture in which he had found himself thrust. Instead, he once again found himself the center...
The slap did not bother Len, not so much as the rageful words that came after.
Kassa cursed him, damned him, and openly regretted saving him from the brink. All the while Len stared at her, a blend of anger, confusion and disbelief on his face as she again proclaimed her need for her gifts...
Len hadn't meant to make himself the center of attention, honestly. It had simply been so long since his last dance, and even longer since the last not soaked in blood. For it was these motions that he displayed before his growing crowd of onlookers that had earned him his title of Terios.
Many...
The Terios felt his body shiver at the sensation of her whispered words against his ear. No, not at the words themselves, but the heat behind them. Even an Empress couldn't hide the desire that lay within one's voice, heady and low between whispered phrases. The warrior tilted his head down and...
Len followed them all, guided by the waterfalls that coursed through the foreign paradise like blood through the veins of a grand dream of sand and sea. Somewhere along the way, the world around him began to fall apart.
The trees and buildings all crumbled to the ground, returning to the earth...
Len's eyes slid shut, and a slow breath that drew all of the air from his lungs fell out of his lips over her naked flesh as she slowly brought her hand up the ridges of his muscular abdomen, his muscles relaxing, body threatening to melt and become one with the warm waters at her very touch. It...
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