The Hunter

Hungry ravens sulk in the pivotal darkness

Under a full waning moon of howls

Nevermore is heard in every crooked tree

Together in ravenous harmony

Tombstone rites glowing vexingly

Here lie the dead and the lost

Engraved into the blood ebony of thee

Perspicuous eyes full of nocturnal resent

Reincarnate infernal fires in the sky

Extradition has been fully met

Yielding the lariat lacerations of felony

Together they sway in the will-o-wisps

Harbingers of their larcenous lust

Allies of the ninth precipice

Tableau tainted with sin and must

Knave to the wilderness of draught

Intensively slaught in lieu of rot

Laced from navel to snout

Landmarked in kinship shed of doubt

Surrounded thru a hearth in his cot

"Walking in a path of darkness is a lonely road."

Breeze of Autumn

The last leaf twirls

round and round

in a miniature hurricane

Settled upon the nettle

down and down

upon the cold ground

A Thief's Pitfall Part 3: A Death Wish

Garak sat up and brushed himself off, the dust flying around in a cloud of smoke. He coughed a bit, then turned face to look at a rather large statue that depicted a demon of some sort. He didn't know too much about demons, but he knew enough that they were evil and vile creatures. The surprising part was that this statue wasn't there just a few seconds ago. “Now where did you come from,” Garak said as he reached slowly for his daggers at his sides.

“Garak.. Stoneswift,” a wispy voiced beckoned to him from where the obsidian portal stood, “Come to me... Garak.” He thought wiser to not go anywhere near the portal. Especially after seeing this demon statue appear out of nowhere. Instead, he stepped towards the unhinged wooden door that swayed and squeaked ominously. One thing he knew, he was going to get out of this strange place – and fast!

A Thief's Pitfall Part 2: Into The Depths

Bones were strewn across the floor's surface. Garak couldn't help but think they were from other fellows who had befallen a predicament similar to his own. He laughed at the irony as he stroked his black beard in thought. Usually he was the one who made the traps rather than becoming the one that is trapped. “May dah' Lucky Maiden chuckle at me own farce,” he laughed hysterically. He didn't fear anyone hearing him behind these walls.

Garak Stoneswift felt the stone walls surrounding him once again. This time he couldn't seem to find anything. Perhaps this was his fate for the misdeeds he had committed in his life. Garak propped himself up against the wall, sliding down into a slouched posture, and sat down in contemplation. He kept telling himself that there was always a way out, even in the midst of uncertainty. He was stubborn as any dwarf would be for sure.

In Constant Motion

I stand here innate of motion

watching the weather go by

one day it snows

one day who knows

it may be spring or summer.

The leaves turn green

until they coil and crumble

falling down in the breeze

in a world so humble

A Thief's Pitfall Part 1: Edge of Stone

There was no way he could have prepared for this. Not even if the stone mirror had done its intended job. Garak knew he shouldn't have trusted that shady fence. Even with his in depth knowledge of stonework, it was impossible to determine the magical of properties of the item. If only he had the extra coin to spare for a mage to appraise it beforehand. Oh well. Nothing he could do now, and there was no point in lingering upon the idea any longer. Especially when there were cavern guards just around the corner.

Each clanging step brought forth a shiver up Garak's spine. If he didn't move soon he would be spotted. There had to be a way out of this alcove without being detected. He looked around the area for a weak point in the stones surrounding him. It was unlikely he would find anything considering the dwarven masterwork of this area's architecture. Dwarves knew stone better than any other race, and were also known for creating impenetrable walls.

Little Embers

Little embers upon waxed lips

Their warmth a familiar smile

Caressed in an elegant bliss

As brows sweat and unfurrow

Sliding hands across her hips

So gentle is her gleeful guile

A hiccup laugh I will never miss

As we squirm together commando

Shades of grey she slowly strips

Her chest heaving the extra mile

A finger stroking along the canvas

Drawing a gasp from this inferno

Heartbeats gallop in bigger skips

Embraced in a voluptuous pile

A moment so ageless, so flawless

The embers out in one crescendo.

"A love that shines brighter than a candle is a passionate one. Never let that flame be extinguished."

Cave Of Fear

Venture forth into the depths

Into the darkness deep below

Underneath the rigid mountain

A journey not for the common fellow.

The stone mouth agape with jagged teeth

Waiting to gnaw on wanderers so lonesome

As an echoing roar makes you tremble

When you enter the cold and dark sanctum.

A drip and a drop sounds hollow

As the beast salivates on your shoulder

Sending shivers up and down your spine

Making you wonder why you bothered.

Thoughts of turning back cross your mind

As you step further into the mine

Your stomach twisting and turning

Torch in hand made of crackling pine.

Wolfsbane Lineage Part 4: Luna's Light

Wil let his body relax enough that his arms fell lower than the pile of dark elves that swarmed him. He took one deep breath and spun around flailing his arms outwards. The force he built up from the initial swing was enough to throw them back against the walls of the corridor. Each dark elf coughing up blood upon the stone floor. Wil jumped onto one of the elves on his right, tearing its still beating heart from its chest, and left an empty void behind. He bit into his foe’s heart and swallowed with pride. The rest of the elves began to slowly rise and ran away with looks of horror. Wil pressed forward and struck one of the elves in the back deep with his claws, lifted it up, and tossed it at its nearest kin knocking it to the floor. Wil proceeded to that elf and tore its spine from its back. He ran to the last of them and swung the spine in his claws like a flail towards the back of the scared foe’s skull knocking it prone. He kicked this one into the nearest wall with enough force that it cracked the solid stone with a loud pop.

A glimmer of light erupted from the cracks in the wall. It was Luna shining a pathway for Wil to follow, and escape this wretched place. He calmed his heart rate down and took back his original form. He felt at ease realizing that he could finally return home to his precious Ylva, all his lycan kin, and finally obtain answers as  to why he had Lux’s bloodline from the Elders. 

Wolfsbane Lineage Part 3: The Bloodlust

Infuriated by the unknown circumstances he was in, Wil began to rush through corridor after corridor with more determination than before. He could feel the primal instinct of survival swell in his veins, which just served to further his rage. Almost at the brink of unleashing his lycan self once again Wil realized something. That violet light was the only place there was any light at all. Dark elves were known for their illusions, and it wouldn’t come as a surprise that the violet light he once saw was in fact an illusory wall. He ran back for several hours and finally reached the violet light again. Unfortunately it wouldn’t be as simple as passing through a spell infused barrier. Before Will marched several more dark elves in full body armor and they all were well equipped with fine weaponry. 

Wolfsbane Lineage Part 2: The Bloodline

A loud snap sounded from behind Wil and he whipped around fast to meet a dart that lodged its way into his right rib cage. He growled intensely and fast as lightning Wil charged the darkness from which the dart had come. Fading into the black Wil disappeared. Several loud cries of agony echoed from the darkness followed by a short silence. Out from the darkness flew a dead dark elf body that collapsed onto the cold floor limp and lifeless. The dark elf’s mouth was agape with terror and its eyes were rolled in the back of its skull. Closer examination could reveal that a large hole, where the elf’s heart used to be, was torn out clean. Almost little to any blood flowed out from its body. 

Wolfsbane Lineage Part 1: The Transformation

Wil Wolfsbane wandered the darkened corridors of a place he had never seen before. Where was he? He kept asking himself that question with every turn he made. His heartbeat thumping faster and faster with every step he took. He propped himself against the nearest wall and peered around the corner with a piece of shattered mirror that he had found earlier. There didn’t appear to be anything down the next turn, but Wil had a gut feeling there was more to this darkened hallway. No matter where he turned their was darkness surrounding him, and there wasn’t any sign that there was an end to this unknown labyrinth he had been placed into. 

Stag Prince

The stag prince and his thorns

Sat upon the Throne of Horns

His hand upon his stubble chin.

He looked into the misty sin

That his younger brother had foretold

And contemplated what must be said

For the leaves were growing old

And soon his father, the King, dead.

A soldiers query could submit the eerie:

Shadows in the light, and surrounded by blight,

The death couldn't be any more dreary.

He could quest for the best in all the land

Hiring mercenaries, witchery, and knights,

In hopes of finding the beast of the night

Across that unhallowed hands of sand.

Ancient Music

In lands long forgotten

And over mountains bold

Lies a journey full of wonder

For those who have the courage.

To unravel mysteries beyond,

Clashing with steel upon steel,

Fighting the dragon of old

Whose smoke smothers us all.

Gasp in awe of the hero

Long lost to us all

Search deep within yourself

And let loose your soul.

For with every step you take

Into that land lost forgotten

You are one step closer

To what you've been searching.

Change In The Wind

There is a change in the trade winds

I can feel them flapping my wings

With a bird's eye view I can see

Something in the clouds up ahead.

Stirring with lightning I rescind

The pathways that are behind clippings.