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Melete woke before the first bird dared break the silence. Scar still slept beside her, his great corded body sprawled across the furs, one arm thrown heavily over her waist. She lay still for several ehns, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, listening to the deep, steady sound of his breathing. Then, carefully, she slipped from beneath his arm. She dressed without a sound, pulling her…
The rain-damp moss of the northern canopy was cool beneath Melete’s bare soles. High above the forest floor, she crouched on a massive, overhanging needle-tree branch, completely motionless. Her long dark hair was braided tight with twigs, leaves and strips of dried tabuk sinew to keep it from catching on the bark and hide its scent, though a few stray strands escaped and framed her face. Her tan…
There is something wrong with the way Scar and I fight. Perhaps wrong is not the word. Perhaps dangerous is closer. When we clash, there is never anything gentle about it. We come together like flint against steel, all teeth and fury and pride. I have tasted blood from split lips and felt the sting of his grip around my wrists and throat when he finally manages to put me beneath him. I have cl…
I should hate him. I have told myself that since the moment I woke and realized the truth of what had happened between us. I should be sharpening a blade, planning an escape, imagining all the ways I might make Scar regret ever putting his hands upon me. That is what the woman I have always been would do. A Panther does not yield. A Panther does not belong to a man. A Panther does not lie awake i…
Eyes flutter open at first light with the rising sun, arms flex into a deep stretch sending ripples of movement through her corded muscles from a lifetime of hard work. Sighing with satisfaction from a good stretch she makes fast work freeing herself from the bindings that keep her falling from the tree that she slept in coiling the binding fiber up to toss it to the center of her hunting platfor…
Having stalked off from the most annoying of annoying FM, his final sang words floating across the expanse of the river had me gnashing my teeth muttering choice words I had learned from my mother who had learned from her mother; she who had been from another world and knew words of cursing the average Gorean would not know. Shaking him from my thoughts traveling further and deeper into the Tree…