That Which Is Desired :: XII: possible
Anjel carried Akio back into the depths of his cavern, both of them in a kind of stunned silence. Though Rayvenn was long gone, echoes of the shouting still reverberated in Akio's head, shaking her all the way down into her heart. She felt guilty for...
(making) Love
Love. Making love. Are these the words that pass through my mind in those dark, heated moments? Are there words at all? I am filled with want, I am filled with need. I'm burning for your touch but unable to articulate. Your skin is hot beneath my...
That Which Is Desired :: ?: possessed
I went about my business like a dragon possessed. My mind was stuck on her. I couldn't forget her heat, her voice, her scent. I was haunted, tortured by her memory. I reminded myself that she was probably--no, almost certainly--better off with...
That Which Is Desired :: VI: play
The great hall was filled with dragons and gryphons. The gryphons of Kito Peak were not morphic, like Akio and the dragons, but they stood on two legs with the ease of years of practice. Clothing looked awkward on them, yet they wore the finest of...
That Which Is Desired :: V: precious
Akio slept on the floor by the fireplace at the foot of Lord Falqon's large bed. The bed could easily suit three or four dragons, and was covered by luxurious fabrics and quilts in the deepest reds and violets. Falqon slept alone every night, however,...
That Which Is Desired :: IV: burnt
Xynon was a fine wolf. A damn fine wolf, if he did say so himself. When he joined the White Shadows pack, he was still green with summer, but he'd survived many a winter since. He shocked them all when he chose the sections of his black-furred body to...
That Which Is Desired :: III: planted
Anjel should have known better. He did, actually. He knew that going to his Lord's chamber and demanding answers would be a bad idea, but he had to know why. That was the question that got him into every mess in his entire life, but he had to know. Now...
That Which Is Desired :: II: poisoned
Akio had been under the impression that her time at Anjel's lair would be over come the daylight, but when she woke the dragon was nowhere in sight. There was a meager supply of bread and salted meat set out for her, along with a flask of warm, stale...
That Which Is Desired :: I: plucked
The white dragon was taller than even the largest wolves of the Moonstone pack. Small for a dragon, but impressive still at seven or eight feet. His scales shone with the iridescence of pearls, moonlight hitting what little of his form that was not...