Leif was a humble Sokoran Ranger who was content on living out the tenants of his order. Yet on one such mission, a fateful encounter will forever change his life and send him on a dark path where the line between light and dark, good and evil, slowly blurs.
The cold Sokoran wind spread across his body like a blanket. Each gust brushing annoyingly against his fur and muzzle. There were better places to be than this accursed land, but curiosity won over reason. Talyn cringed at the sound of the snow crunching beneath his paws. It was as unnatural as the sensation of …
Leif took another drink, eyeing the snowfall through the inn’s window. The Grey Beard was one of the more prominent inns in Gruiner. Tavrik did his best to keep it running smoothly, despite the ruckus the Blades or Viktor’s Bears sometimes caused. He thought about the past three months, the fateful day in the forest, …
Talyn eyed the bleak winter landscape, his thoughts drifting. It’s almost time. He turned his head, studying Lief from over his shoulder. He wasn’t saying much, but for now, it was best not to push him. The ranger needed to simmer, allowing his thoughts carry them on whatever wind was appropriate. I wonder what you …
“You’ve come a long way, Ranger,” she said. Leif nodded. “It’s been a tough winter on everyone this year. I’ve seen my fair share of terrible things.” The Shaylin paused, then turned to face him. “I think you have,” she said, her eyes meeting with his. “Probably more than most.” Leif shuddered. Her tone carried …
Leif trembled, soaking in the warmth of Lenella’s naked body pressing against him. He closed his eyes, absorbing the sensation, and yearning for every ounce she could offer. He smiled as Lenella slept, her hot breath against his bare chest sending ripples through him. It was tempting to wake her and start the dance …
