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To Fix What Was Broken IIXull'rae continued the conversation, regardless of Vesz'aun being there, "Think of this Draegloth, our house only craved domination and power...power we had but not enough. It was Lolth who cast us down why not use the same one who threw us out to climb back up by using her AND another god to do it. I am granted power by both gods simply because Lolth does not know I serve another, because at face value I DO serve her, so am I not true to my house to do what I must to achieve the power we lusted for?" She was not trying to beguile him. Sometimes telling a truth better served your purpose than a lie. She knew she needed this wild unpredictable creature, so she must show courage and strength, of course a little sincerity might throw him off balance. She had to try, if she wanted to succeed.To Fix What Was Broken II by *XullraeZauviir
Her plan worked, it brought the creature to a halted silence. For some overly long moments, his bestial mind churning over her words, uncertain at this point how to take it all. Then, with a low
To Fix What Was Broken IIIShe didn't get much time for prayer as she was suddenly interrupted by Vesz'aun's voice. "You aren't actually going to let him in your room, are you?" the bellow came from above, as the bladesinger floated slowly downward towards her. "I mean, c'mon he's brutish, ugly, and probably filth infested! Diseases galore, a veritable farm of wretched creepy crawly things even! Put him in the damn stables or something!"To Fix What Was Broken III by *XullraeZauviir
Feeling her good mood dwindling swiftly as he made himself known, she gave him a hard look. "Vesz'aun just go fix your sword, you need not concern yourself. The draegloth is technically my brother and I mean a real brother, I'm not going to bed him, he's a draegloth." Not that it was his business anyway, feeling her fists clench she relaxed them. He was not going to ruffle her, not here in this place of sanctuary.
A thoughtful moment of silence and then he broke it by speaking, which made her fingers itch to cause him harm. "Oh...well, even so! Just kill him, that'd be even
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Lost and Found Dragon
His wings were not working like they used to in days of old,
Slowly, inexorably, he was sinking towards the waters of the dark abyss below.
Once long ago he was described by one who knew him as a black swan, powerful in flight but silent in soul,
but no more, different dreams and perceptions made him an outcast among his own kind.
Ridicule from those not gifted with his sight were the first cuts to his soul,
silence and withdrawal were his response.
Then the one whom he thought could love him turned out to be like all the others,
Unprovoked attacks left him bewildered, confused, ever more lonely and hurt.
Caring and devotion were repaid with second place status,
How dare he take up her precious time, she had so many more important things to deal with ... than him.
Still, responsibilities, obligations, promises kept him until the dark abyss grew too close.
He would have stayed but he needed something to hold onto, no matter how small ... but there was nothing.
Now not even a welcoming s