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, master of floral delight with muro, lover of cirque du soleil and gifted fanfiction-author
, who beats the hell out of DAZ
, the fractal multitalent
, not the cat but the girl with a hat - and the world's fastest speaker, believe me!
Frozen Heart - chapter 1Cold sweat dripped down Sand's temples as he awoke with a start. His azure eyes darted about for a few seconds before he closed them and sighed deeply, then wiped away something that looked suspiciously similar to a small tear from the angle of his right eye.
The question echoed in his mind as he tried his best to calm down. No, it wasn't a nightmare, but a wonderful dream, one that he would have loved to last forever, or to become reality. From time to time, he had dreams about her, he could hear her sweet laughter, kiss her silky hair, hold her hand and look into her eyes. Those eyes that sparkled with the colour of the setting sun over the Sea of Swords. The worst thing was not dreaming about her, but waking up and know with painful certainty that he would never, ever have the chance to look into her sunset eyes again.
Sand sat up in his bed and opened the drawer of his end table. He had recently decided to settle in Crossroad Keep, and to stay now that the Shadow
, winner of the "Sexy Santa challenge" from LongHairedMenPlz
and definitively the right choice if you are looking for someone to portrait your OC
, my first watcher at all here on dA - and the first deviant I met personally
Around the World in 80 DaysWill cross the date line yesterday.
, Rune Caster and Knitting Master - and my favorite reader
Casting RunesPart 1
Finally. After a lonesome and arduous journey of two months, Jordis had finally reached her destination, the capital city Caellowell.
At the city gates in the South, where she had come from, she wiped the dust off her robe and handed three coins of copper over to the guardsman, the toll to be allowed to enter Caellowell. For an ordinary peasant, this would have been a little fortune, that she knew, but to her it was almost nothing. As a runecaster she had never had any concerns in respect of money. Now, as an accredited runecaster, even less so.
The city guard nodded and signalised her to pass through, clearly not wanting anything more to do with her than he absolutely had to and she understood him. Runecasters were able to work magic that sometimes must seem like wonders to other people. They were revered for their power and knowledge, as they were feared for the very same reasons.
“May the runes fall for the benefit of you.”, Jordis said and wished the man a good
, who has her birthday today - so please drop by and leave her some hugs
, who again and again makes me wonder "Hells! This can't be a fractal, can it?"
, founder of the Aribeth-fanclub
and the most patient being I ever met (I know I still owe you a picture
from the far North, who - just like me - has a crush on a certain smart gentleman bastard
, my "virtual niece" - a crazy and absolutley lovable girl speaking a crazy and absolutley lovable English
a nice laday hailing from a quite famous, German town ... that actually does not exist. Rather, its existence is merely propagated by an entity known only as SIE (in this context THEY or THEM), which has conspired with authorities to create the illusion of the city's existence.
, the guy who is going to draw 10,000 30-second poses to train his drawing skill - and I know, he's going to make it!
, who is always number one on my "friends"-Pulldown-Menue
, mistress of heroic noses (No offend - they rock! Really!)
, the multitalent - she's a writer, painter, photographer, game, story-teller
, who's absolutely mad about elves ... sexy elves ... you know?
In ewiger und tiefster Ergebung....In my remainsOhne sich noch einmal umzudrehen, zurück zu blicken auf den Mann, der ihr in den letzten Stunden ergeben gedient hat, ihren Körper mit heißen Küssen verwöhnt hat und sie an die Grenzen der Lust katapultiert hat, verlässt sie den Ort.
Hier und an vielen anderen verborgenen Orten haben wir uns geliebt.
Geliebt! So würde sie es niemals nennen. Ich, ihr Geliebter, nein das passt nicht in diese, ihre perfekte Welt, zu ihren ach so tollen Freunden, die von diesen geheimen und immer häufiger werdenden Treffen nie erfahren dürfen.
Jedes bisschen Zuneigung, was sie bereit ist mir zu geben, sauge ich Stück für Stück in mich auf, inhaliere es, schlucke es, brauche es. Ihren köstlichen Duft, der mir die Sinne raubt, mich nie klar denken lässt. Ihren warmen Körper, an meiner kühlen Haut, ihre harten Muskeln umhüllt von sanfter nach pfirsich duftender Haut. Oh, ich werde noch verrückt, ja diese Frau macht mich zu ihrem willigen Sklaven, stets bereit, wenn sie danach verlangt und nichts könnte ich d
, lover of cats and creator of delightful Shandra-visions
, who is last but definitively not least
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