Hey all, a little intro here. I'm M.R. Darke &I write dark fantasy.
I'm currently working on a trilogy as well as a standalone project.
The trilogy is about a gang governed by Gods, a Chosen One Saves the World (or does he?) quest.
The standalone is about the Grim Reaper &Hell
Hey all, a little intro here. I'm M.R. Darke &I write dark fantasy.
I'm currently working on a trilogy as well as a standalone project.
The trilogy is about a gang governed by Gods, a Chosen One Saves the World (or does he?) quest.
The standalone is about the Grim Reaper &Hell
"-made camp in the marshes to the South-West."
"The marshes?" Asked Leader skeptically. "With the giant man-eating snakes & barrages of fucking #mosquito es?"
"Yes, Sir. They have builders who have constructed shelters in the trees with a bird's eye view of the area."
#vss365
"What's your name, recruit?" Asked Leader.
"#Chai."
"Like the fucking #tea."
"Yeah."
"You'd best pick a better name if you expect to be taken seriously around here."
"Yes, Sir. I'll think on it."
#vss365
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Or give it a try if you dareDo NOT pre-order this poetry collection if you aren't ready to shed some tears.
Or give it a try if you dareDo NOT pre-order this poetry collection if you aren't ready to shed some tears.
Or give it a try if you dareDo NOT pre-order this poetry collection if you aren't ready to shed some tears.
Or give it a try if you dare.
The longsword sliced through the man's head easily, causing bits of brain to spatter outwards, resembling a smashed #melon.
"No mercy to betrayers. Any questions?"
"No, Leader." The turncoat bowed his head in respect. "I understand the assignment."
"Good. Go now."
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He was not #amorous. He was hard.
He did not love. He led.
Sex for him was the clash of steel, penetration was the spill of blood, release was the fallen and lifeless body of his mark.
He lusted for battle.
He took his pleasure in pain.
He was Leader.
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The #sonorous boom of the Elders voices echoed around the pair.
"So it shall be. But any failures we shall hold you responsible for, if you do not hastily rectify the situation." The Elders told the Leader and Co-Commander.
"Yes, Elders." They bowed. "Thank you."
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The Leader swung his blade in a #lackadaisical attempt at a block. It was successful. "Pathetic." He said. "Hit me!"
In turn, the line of his subordinates swiped at him from every direction, but he spun&dodged&parried every strike. They sweat&bled&collapsed from exertion.#vss365
Crimson red stretched across the dusk horizon, alike the bloodied fingers that drew symbols on the flesh of the anointed. The men marvelled at the sun's #radiance, the power and heat that warmed them even in its absence. Its colour spoke to their rituals. Bound by blood.
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Down one #azure eye, the sentinel grovelled to the Co-Commander, following her around like a kicked puppy, earning his keep and proving his loyalty.
It was up to the Elders to approve the plan the Leader contrived with her assistance and input.
They'd deploy him as a spy.
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"I have 2 offers for you. The 1st: your left hand or your right, which would you keep? The 2nd: would you serve us and ours, to spare your life?" She removed the gag.
Garbled through broken teeth: "Left! Yes! Please-!"
He would be eternally mocked with #pejorative jabs. #vss365
The #sentinel, whose arms were bound behind him, hood drawn low over his face, was forced to his knees in the mud.
His clothes shorn by the dirk's tip. His back gouged repeatedly. Blade thrust beneath his chin.
"You failed your job in our favour, I'll go easy on you."
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