Welcome to my realm of scary creations, each of these characters is an outlet of some sort for me, so I apologize if I don't use the char you wanted to meet, there's probably a good reason, and I don't mind explaining if you simply ask me.  All of my chars are real people to me, and if you try to start a fight for no reason and I'm not in the mood, be prepared to be ignored, and I will not allow my chars to be killed, not now not ever, that's a rule of mine, some of my chars are adventurers I created for D&D, some as NPC's for an adventure, and some as book chars of mine, then there's a few that aren't any of the above.  Please ask if you want to IM RP, I simply adore the art, which it truly is, if you do plan on attacking me, you might as well have a decent length attack, or I'll just throw in Pona to kick your arse
Fractional Memory
A hundred years
A ton of memories
How to store so many
Leave a few here
Leave a few there
Leave a few behind
Who needs them?
Not I
So I don�t remember
A name
Or a face
Don�t blame me
Blame the keepers of memory
For they slack on the job
I do too
At times
But only partially
So there�s my justification
I�ve lived too long
To remember everything
So I only remember
A few things
Like this hour
Or that day
Thus proving
Memory
Isn�t needed in full
Unsheathed
The unspoken challenge awaits
A simple answer
Growled
A hand around a short sword
Green eyes gleaming
In anticipation
The battle commences
She charges
Insults abound
Blood flows
As well as curses
To unhearing gods
A final cut
The skull pierced
Fiery hair made dark and wet
With blood
Down goes the elven warrior
Blade falling from dead fingers
Blood pooling
Around the goddess blade
That lies
Unsheathed
Muscled Beauties
Times change
To be expected
The looks changed
The feeling changed
Look around
Tight shirts
Barely concealing
Chests of bust
Or muscle
Arms strong
A darkly content man
Stands
Waiting
A charming smile
Slender arm outstretched
Calling for you
"My lady"
A kiss to bared knuckles
An easy laugh
Are you surprised
What comes next?
His charm be his strength
Deadly is the charmer
Who lies in wait
For you
What muscles does he have?
For you consented
And he smiled
And his muscle
Be his dark beauty
And his deadly kiss
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