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    Upon The Reaches Of The Darkest Moonlight

    She could feel her lover guiding her back towards the bed and she didn’t care. Her lover’s hands were moving over her leathers with that same want and need. She felt the bed as she tumbled back on to it and her lover’s body as it moved on top of hers. She felt her heart start to beat faster as her lover pulled both her arms up bracing them so she couldn’t move them before meeting her lips again. She had a chance to relive her life again and she wasn’t going to make the same mistakes. She wasn’t going to fall in to the same traps or let people use her guilt to trap her. She breathed in sharply as her lover’s hand began to loosen the leather thread on her bodice. She slowly met her lovers gaze seeing the fire burning in them, she never wanted to let go of this woman again as long as she lived.

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    Denes snorted as kicked another bone out of the way. “This is stupid! Find the godly spring of the horned werewolf, how pathetic. Why is it when the god of war sends us to do something it always something lame?” Cenon looked the heavily armoured warlord general. “I agree this is lame but I wouldn’t say that to Ares’s face.”  Denes looked around at the forest which hadn’t been here during his last visit two years ago. This had been long before the Lycaon’s war which had happened some months ago. He pushed another set of leaves out of the way. “No I wouldn’t say it to his face ether.” He kicked another werewolf skull out of the way. There were lots of human and werewolf skeletons littering the forest floor all of them all from the Lycaon’s war most were wrapped in grass and vines. This was way too much growth for such a short time, full grown trees just didn’t pop up like this. It had been hard to even find this valley because of this forest which had just sprung up covering half of it including the part that had been the war ground.

    There were two roads which joined the two cities in the region these roads had another that had led off but it wasn’t finished yet. This had made finding this place difficult. He stopped as he caught sight of something he moved past a broken catapult which was covered in vines. He watched as a huge stone shrine came in to view. “Oh please now that’s just stupid.” Cenon eyed the shrine. “Ah great a shrine to Aphrodite…” Denes walked out in to the large clearing eyeing the statue of the goddess who had offering surrounding the marble lower half of her statue. It was typically annoying shrine to the love goddess. “I hate Aphrodite.” He moved forward bringing up his sword smacking it against the white statues shoulder. Cenon sighed as he looked up at the moonlight. “So do I, let’s break her statues arm off.”

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