Fawn Bonning

Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted__nd she heard it__ver so softly, just beyond the panes. Like a forlorn lover, dark waters were wooing her, a wily whispering, gently insistent__hrissstaaa_Chrisssstaaaaa_

She buried her face into his neck, hiding her tears__nd her fears, for though the Lor of Zeria was resisting her advances with valiant chivalry, that within her trembling hand was completely without honor.

Like a bellowing beast, he howled her name, his raspy wails riding the gales like a ship on a roiling sea.

There was blood on the hair of his chinny chin chin.