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"She smiled at him.

His pulse began to race, his blood boil with excitement and lust, his breathing quickened and his mouth went dry. His knees went weak and he had to hold onto the trunk of the tree for support. He smiled.

Anya looked down, some of her blond hair falling in front of her ice blue eyes. She looked back up at him again and pushed the loose strands from her eyes.

There was music. An orchestra of stringed instruments playing behind him. Turning he saw five men playing music upon a dais and then they stopped. He turned again and saw her agai at the top of the stairs. Her gold streaks let down to her neck, her lips with a hint of cayenne, her blue dress fit her perfectly. He smiled at her as he saw the gold necklace around her neck. He wasn't sure if she'd wear it in public and was pleased that she was. She looked like a goddess. All eyes were on her, every man in that audience wanted her but she was only interested in one. She was looking into his eyes as she started descending the stairs and some of the guests cleared a path for her. The musicians resumed their play and the guests continued talking. She approached him always keeping her eyes to his, his heart beating faster, his hands feeling numb. Her voyage now almost over, she bit her lower lip as she approached him.
'Anya, my love.' he heard from behind him. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and walked on to her husband. Her scent hit him, powerful and enchanting. He couldn't stand it, he must have her.

She lay beneath him, her arms and legs wrapped around his naked form. His mouth on hers as he thrust into her again. Her nails digging into the flesh of his back, she broke the kiss and moaned softly. He kissed her neck and slowly moved down to her breasts.

They lay on the red sating sheets in each others arms until the morning light. He had watched her sleep through most of the night, just like he had promised he would when they first met. He stroked her face and kissed her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes. 'I love you' she told him. He smiled and kissed her again. 'I lo...'

'...ve yo...' He was sitting in a chair in front of a fire place. He looked around trying to get his bearings. Long thick drapes on the far wall, massive fireplace, bear skins on the floor, hunting knives, bows and other weapons on the walls. Not merely decoration, these were well kept and deadly. Anya sat across from him in another chair. He smiled at her, she looked at him, deep in thought, but did not respond. Jeroy walked to her and opened his mouth as if to say something but he just couldn't hear what Jeroy was saying. Anya turned towards him and opened her mouth but there was no sound. He looked at the fire, felt the heat but could not hear any crackling of flames or snapping of wood. He looked back at Anya and Jeroy, she was telling him something. Jeroy looked directly at him, his face distorted as if in pain and his colour had turned bad, a sickly pale white. Jeroy just stood as if in a trance staring at him all the while Anya speaking. Fear struck him then, Jeroy's features had changed from sad to angry. Jeroy's face was now a bright red, his eyebrows in a sickeningly distorted angle point towards the middle of his face, tears streamed down his face, his nose started to run and his mouth turned into an ugly twisted knot, his cheek and neck musles tight with strain.

His eyes scanned from Anya to Jeroy and back again. Anya was still talking but had her eyes closed. He could make out what looked like his name as her mouth kept moving. Her head was tilted up a bit and her hands held close to her chest. She had the slightest of smiles on as she spoke. Jeroy had moved over to where weapons were hanging from a wall, he reached for a small hunting knife used for skinning.

'No...' he said. 'No...! Anya! Not again! Please no!'

Jeroy had his left hand on Anya's head stroking her hair. His right hand holding the knife just under her chin, his thumb stroking her cheek. A tear fell from his face to her's and she opened her eyes. She stopped talking when she saw he was crying. Her hand came to his face and he could only imagine she was trying to comfort Jeroy. Fear struck her then when she realized just what he had in his hand.

He couldn't move, his limbs wouldn't respond. Every part of his soul wanted to jump across the room and stop what he knew was to come. No matter how much he tried, nothing would move, not even his head. As if he was forced to watch the outcome.

Anya started to struggle but Jeroy pulled her hair bringing her head back exposing her neck.

'Nooooooooooo! Please no!'

He woke then, Milin standing over him. 'The same dream again Alender?'

Alender was drenched in sweat. 'Yes.'

'Drink some ale, it will help'.

'Nothing can help with this, friend' Alendar said turning away from his friend. He held the pendant of her necklace tightly in his hand and tried to sleep again. A tear running down into his pillow.
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    Sweetheart - Lamb

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well, finished retouching the pics i got, i think i'll surprise my mom and my grandmother on mothers day although some of the pics didn't really need all that much work
i think i'll color some of them too

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so far i have two other parts to this story that i haven't finished. i start them and like them but i get side tracked with the story itself and go off on a tangent, it's really annoying
this will be the third part that will probably not get finished but i'll post it tonight anyways


"Julla wasn't very happy, this blasted war had drained his funds tremendously, almost completely. The sooner he would be rid of it the sooner he could start selling again. He sat in his study going over some papers on this months operation costs and sales estimates and rubbing his swollen cheek. He didn't even want to see how his black eye looked. Down almost two hundred percent since Mizel came into town and took control of rationing the resources. Julla had been approached by Mizel when he first came to town, saying he needed supplies for the village and his army. Julla smiled as he thought about the vast profits he would make.

'Seeing as how I'm currently the only merchant inside these walls with any stock left I'll try and be fair to the cause and sell my supplies at one hundred gold raq per kilo.'
'One hundred?!' Mizel's right hand man, Hund exclaimed in disbelief. 'That's ten times the normal going rate, you can't be serious!'

'Unfortunately I must. I've lost so much business with the coming of this miserable war. My competitors have almost put me out of business. I consider myself lucky that I still have these supplies.' He tried to explain.

'Now is not the time to try and make a profit you fool. If we don't have food and medicines for our soldiers there won't be anyone to protect your stock, and what of the Ryeta when they come through here?' Hund said trying to keep his anger from showing. His face, a bright red at this point, had other ideas.

Julla enjoyed watching the young man become so agitated over this topic. 'The Ryeta, I'm sure, would give me at least that much for my supplies.' He said innocently.

'You would sell our stock to the enemy?! I should have you arrested for treason!' Hund was now standing up, his composure completely lost.

'Hund, sit. That will be enough.' Mizel's voice was calm and strong. He sat across the table from Julla but was facing his young officer. He turned back towards Julla, his ice grey eyes fixed Julla's brown. Julla shivered and blinked, looked to his desk then to the officer once again. 'Julla, I'll give you fifteen gold raq for a kilo, not a coin more.'

'I-I-I'm sorry commander, I'm afraid my prices are fixed until something further develops.'

'I understand.' Mizel rose to leave and offered his hand to the short round man. Hund was in disbelief. Mizel, a great strategist and master organizer had given in so easily. 'Hund.'

'Y-yes sir.' Still mystified.

'Have a small regiment of men open Master Julla's holdings and move the supplies to the warehouse next to the barracks, have guards on rotation protecting them and pay Master Julla two raq per kilo. Good day to you Master Julla.'

Julla's face went pale and he started sweating profusely. 'Y-you can't do that!'

'I can and just did, I played fair with you Julla but you had to go to far.' Mizel turned to leave.

Julla now furious and rose quickly, his chair falling to the floor on it's back. He pulled a long dagger from its sheath in his belt and ran towards the commander 'You bastard!'

Mizel spun on his left heel right as Julla tried to thrust his dagger into Mizel's right shoulder. The sudden move caught Julla off guard, he tripped, hit his head on a counter, fell to the floor and didn't move. Mizel closed the door behind him and told Hund to call the doctor to Julla's house to make sure he received the attention he needed and also that he get whatever medicine he would need for when he woke up. Hund smiled and left.

That was four days ago, the swelling had gone down little and he would soon have to go to the doctor for more herbs to help with the pain. Arrogant bastard, thought Julla as the door to his office opened. A dark haired man with a cloth wrapped around his head covering his left eye stood in the doorway. 'Ah, Eira. Come in, come in. Have you gotten your orders yet?'

'Yes. They'll be here in two weeks and want the bull and the wolf taken care of. My master thinks it would be easier if he didn't have to deal with these two when he arrives.'

'The effect that would have on moral in the city would be a great one indeed. Has he said how he wants this dealt with?'

'Yes, it has to be as bloody as possible. Fear is key to taking this city and just strangling them or a knife to the back won't do.' Eira started cleaning his finger nails with a blade he had removed from his sash hanging from his left shoulder. The knife was a foot long two inch wide blade, light weight, perfectly balanced and deadly at any distance.

'Hmm... Do you have any ideas yet?' Julla placed a poultice on his face, he cringed with the pressure.

'I do.'

'And what does your Master require of me?'

Eira smilled. pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve and slid it on the table.
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on the way home after movies at carl's place, i had this overwhelming sense of well being. this amazing feeling of life.
the day was gorgeous, warm and windy with a little sun, just enough for me to wear my sun glasses
i look for any reason to wear them, out of all the pairs of sun glasses i've ever had only two really suited me, none as much as my current ones now
the night even better than the day, getting a little cooler with a nice slow breeze, unfortunately it's thursday and people need to get drunk and let loose on thursdays, but thats little to no reason to let it ruin my day
i get home and the house is quiet, a nice welcoming feeling. most of the day was spent with someone in the house or around me and it was nice to be alone for a little while
i get to my room and a warm sleepy feeling hits me, my bed beckons but it has to wait, couple things i have to do before i succumb to it's desires
refreshing shower and back to the bed
the only thing that can really make this day anymore perfect would be sleeping next to someone i care about

the guys always joke about how i'm the slut of the group, which isn't saying much since there's only one other person who has a girlfriend who none of us have met and could quite possibly be a figment of his imagination ;P, but i do miss these quiet sharing - sleeping next to someone times
and i didn't really get that with vickie because when i was by her i couldn't wait to leave and when she was by me i couldn't wait to get her out

all switched up inside now
me wanting a different lifestyle
i blame iza! :P
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looking for people to play squash with
if you don't have a racket, no worries, i have extras


my body is rather lean right now but my stamina is probably shot to all hell and i'm looking to remedy that and i'd rather not do that all by my onesies

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Taken from Most of You
Think back, and choose a good memory of me. or involving me. be as detailed as you can in describing it. once you've done that, post this in your own lj for memories of you.

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Big earthquake with a strength of 8.1 on the Richter scale has hit Mexico.

Two million Mexicans have died and over a million are injured.   The country is totally ruined and the government doesn't know where to start with providing help to rebuild.

The world is in shock.

Canada is sending troopers to help the Mexican army control the riots.

Saudi Arabia is sending oil.

Other Latin American countries are sending supplies.

The European community is sending food and money.

The United States, not to be outdone, is sending two million replacement  Mexicans.

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  A recent study found out which days men prefer to have
   sex. It was found that men preferred to engage in
   sexual activity on the days that started with the
   letter "T".

   Examples of those days are as follows:

   Tuesday

   Thursday

   Thanksgiving

   Today

   Tomorrow

   Thaturday

   Thunday