The Heart of a King

[AtramentousRex]

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A king sits alone on a throne, in an empty hall. The sunlight shines in golden shafts through the echoing shadows in this vast space. Built of cold stone draped in brocaded tapestry, the hall once echoed with laughter, warmth, and joy. Dust is now piled in some corners.

Howdy Litsters. I know some may think the timing of this odd, but after hanging out at the other place, Ive realized that I need a place for me. Just to show my interests and the side of me that never gets shown anywhere else.

I hope to bring some sunlight to the castle over time.

 

[AtramentousRex]

Sometimes there is a beast in me. It craves flesh and it wants to chase. The scent of her desire lingers in the air and I could follow that trail like a wolf on the prowl. She presents such an enticing invitation. But truly, I'm just her loyal puppy.

 

[AtramentousRex]

"Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back... and remember me."

-- The Beast, to Bell

 

[AtramentousRex]

I desired her with such amazing power, that it was like a storm swirling. She and I, we gazed at one another. Rapt, unwavering. Magnetically charged and connected. I loved her helplessly and hopelessly, but she was never mine.

She asked me to be her Gallant Knight and protect her from herself. I tried with all my might to do so. To be noble and true for her and the man she loved.

The day I labored, ignoring her curves and those eyes. Her heat and her smell seeming to follow me around the room. Every glance, all the delicate, fragile touches. Until I trembled for her, and could not keep the storm from my eyes. Inches away from her lips, shaking with need, unable to draw enough air to breathe without gasping.

On my knees in supplication for her kiss and when she gave it to me, the beast within awake and whined with need. But still I pulled away. I walked away. Time after time I was strong, for her, for him. Until at last the night came.

Still to this moment I do not know why I said the words. She still stands in that nightgown, hugging her lush sensuality. Looking at me like a lost little girl, wanting me to love her. Because I loved her so, I spoke.

"This only happens if you give me no choice."

From her sinful lips came an evil chuckle, like from a dirty old man, her beautiful eyes turning filthy. She walked toward me, straddled my legs and kissed me again. We got lost for a while...disoriented, intoxicated, mad. All night.

When the morning came, I hadn't slept, though I made certain she did. We tortured ourselves with what could never be for hours, delaying the inevitable, spending as much time together as we could. We shared music about devotion and wedding rings. She already wore one on her finger and another was branded on her soul.

The road divided, as it always must and I took the one born of honor and integrity. Because in the end all I could ever, all I ever will be, is her Knight. I live to serve. Even if she will never again know that I do.

 

[AtramentousRex]

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This I have found, is very true.

 

[Mo_Bandy]

 

[AtramentousRex]

 

[AtramentousRex]

She trusts me. Completely, with no reservations, she puts herself in my hands. Her trust makes me stronger. Her love makes me better. Our bond makes me feel whole. This is how Daddy feels about his Little Angel.

 

[AtramentousRex]

Never forget, however grey and bleak things may seem now, once flew through these skies Dragons.

Someday they might once more.

Magic might return to the world.

Old gods may yet walk among us.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

THIS IS WHAT LIT IS ALL ABOUT

 

[Mo_Bandy]

Heart of a rat

 

[AtramentousRex]

THIS IS WHAT LIT IS ALL ABOUT

Your enthusiasm is noted with great affection and warm snuggly hugs. Though a bit LOUD!!

Heart of a rat

Thanks Bro. Your music is my music, so post any time.

 

[Mo_Bandy]

Rip to the King, Brian Wilson.

 

[~Elizabeth~]

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Alone no more, the king of the beautiful castle is away seeing to the kingdom as his lovely queen awaits his return.

She watches from the highest tower for her beloved to arrive home to her safely. She longs to be held once more in his loving embrace, knowing she is safe from anything that would seek to harm her because he’ll fight to the death to protect the woman he loves.

 

[AtramentousRex]

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[AtramentousRex]

There is a longing in me to feel what its like to submit to the lust of another. To feel that swelling and stretching..to bare my innermost self to the right man, one who feels like a brother and to take his heat inside...

 

[AtramentousRex]

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[AtramentousRex]

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[AtramentousRex]

Into the echoing silence of the great hall, the thunder of doors opening resounds as the lonely King stumbles back into his throne room. In the distance behind him, through the open great doors, there is the sound and flickering light of flames and the sounds of rubble collapsing. The doors slam shut again and the rest is sudden silence.

The king stumbles, leaning against a column. His dark armor is rent in several places, the black cloak about his shoulders tattered and ragged. There comes the tiny tinkling of liquid hitting a stone flagstone. Metal scrapes on stone as the King staggers to his throne. Lurching a bit from side to side, he limps to the throne and collapses.

The silence is deep as crimson runs from his battered form to drip from the edge of the wooden throne to the floor. For a long moment all that can be heard is the ragged attempts of the wounded king to gather breath.

The chipped and broken sword in his left hand, clutched so tightly for so long that he hand had cramped around the hilt, finally slips loose and falls to the floor with an unholy clatter...

 

[AtramentousRex]

Flames began to lick at the great wooden doors of the throne hall. Smoke had already filled the place like a mist about the stone floor, drifting liquid, languidly lapping against the stairs to the royal dais. Slumped in the throne, the lost and lonely king, who had pushed everyone away, woke from a slumber of blood loss.

He blinked rapidly, eyes stung with smoke to the point tears as he lifted his weary head to take in the desolate throne room. He gazed on the wreckage of his solitary life, come to ruin from stubborn pride. Slowly, and laboriously, he dragged himself to his feet. He started walking down the steps, undoing and discarding his armor as he went.

First he unclasped his tattered black cloak, letting it flutter to the floor. Next he undid his rent, jagged and dented breast plate, dragging it off over his head to clang to the stone floor behind him as he limped down each step.

From column to column, he lurched toward the rear exist to the throne room. He looked back just once.

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[AtramentousRex]

There was a village and one night, there was a fire.
The fire spread to the thatch roofs and spread swiftly through the air, from house to house.
Villagers formed a chain to the river, bringing buckets of water to fight the flames.
But it had been a very hot and dry summer, so the village burned.

Not all of the villagers died.
Most of the young and strong did, protecting the children and oldsters,
Sacrificing themselves to the flames to try and save their home.
One older man, Wahee had come from a village far away when he was young.
He had family there still and knew they would take in the surviving villagers.

So the old and infirm carried the children too little to walk on their own.
They carried their few belongings tied to them
There was only a single nursing she-goat
It had been a poor harvest, due to the dry and hot summer
So most of the food came from the only hunter, Kotusi
There was not much water and it was a long walk

They followed the river course, walking beside the low, gravid body of water
As the long, dusty trek went on,
the sun beat down onto the group like the hammer of a blacksmith on the anvil of the baked landscape.
At night, the swollen yellow moon hung low in humid dimness like a gimlet eye peering on.
There wasn't much conversation or humor. People started to falter and fall behind.

One night, Wahee was walking and Kotusi trotted up to him in a snit.
"Why do they lag behind? Why can they not understand that if they just left behind their useless things, they would lighten the load?" Kotusi growled.
Wahee kept steadily putting on foot in front of the other on the dusty path into the mountains.

"You would be lighter if you dropped your spear, bow, and arrows." Wahee calmly pointed out.

"How could I do the hunting and defending without a weapon? Don't be mad." Kotusi sneered in return.

"How could Sosula do the cooking of the meat you bring, without her pots?" Wahee asked.

Kotusi frowned, confused by this and not knowing how to answer.

"We are all just walking home on this road, at our own pace. Some of us are walking fast and choosing the best path, based on our skills and experience. Others are moving slowly on unsteady feet, not used to traveling. But we are all just doing the best we can with what we have and know."