From: mortedulce@aol.com (MorteDulce)
Date: 24 Feb 1998 12:50:28 EST
Morte's Dream
The arena seemed dark and almost surreal that night. Morte looked around but didn't see anyone she knew... although she thought she heard familiar voices in the crowd. She could hear the caller's calling their duels, the sound like the buzz in the background. Suddenly she was confronted by a pair of dark gray eyes, and a voice as smooth as silk inquired, "M'Lady Morte, would you honor me with a
duel?" Morte couldn't seem to see the rest of this dueler, but it was his eyes that held her eyes. She heard herself replying to him pertly, " Twould be a grand Honor, but if I win I get a kiss as me prize." He chuckled softly and looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, " and if I win, you will be mine to possess." He smiled then, and she felt her heart beating faster and her palms dampened.
They were called into the ring.....the Ring of Possibilities. Morte hopped in, drew her claymore and saluted the caller.... Gnort? That Gnort was the caller seemed to unbalance Morte further, and she turned to gray eyes for reassurance. He just smiled and drew his sword. His eyes blazed with humor and something else as he said, "Honor and Skill, M'lady". She murmured something and the first moves began.
Morte swung her blade into a circular parry as gray eyes stepped to her left and leaned towards her head. His lips brushed her ear as her spoke softly, "You will be mine." Confused, she spun around to reset and try to think, then raised her blade in a lateral parry. He grinned as the flat of his sword swatted her rear hard making her blush. As they moved past one another he spoke again, so softly only she heard the words of his plans for
her...later. She felt herself blush to her toes. Morte moved in quickly bringing her sword in low for his feet, but again her blade met his as he batted it away. His gray eyes looked deeply into her soul then, and Morte felt his hand take hers and raise her up on weak legs. He kissed her hand then and murmured " I grow anxious with anticipation, M'Lady."
Try as she might, the next moves brought her closer to a loss, and to this man with the incredible eyes. Their last moves were double thrusts, and he chuckled and spoke to her softly of thrusting his sword deep into her. Her blush deepened as Gnort announced the end of the duel. The man moved in closer, their swords gone. He kissed her deeply there in the ring, dipping her back and drawing out the kiss. He stood her back on her feet with a grin,
then lead her from the ring. With a nod to the crowd, he picked up her small form and grinning widely carried her from the arena.
Morte woke then, her heart beating fast. The dream was fading slowly from her mind, except for the words he had spoken, and his gray eyes.
Morte's Dream
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From: occurs@aol.com (Occurs)
Date: 24 Feb 1998 15:37:00 EST
::raps then shouts through the door:: Morte, I can nae find any clean diapers an' Ellen be sayin' tha' ya be usin' a few ta clean ya sword. Mind if I borrow it back?
::Charlie wails in her arms breaking through her reverie::
Date: 24 Feb 1998 15:37:00 EST
::raps then shouts through the door:: Morte, I can nae find any clean diapers an' Ellen be sayin' tha' ya be usin' a few ta clean ya sword. Mind if I borrow it back?
::Charlie wails in her arms breaking through her reverie::
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From: mortedulce@aol.com (MorteDulce)
Date: 24 Feb 1998 17:12:54 EST
Morte frowns with the pillow over her head yet, Summer's wailin and the babe's screams are too much for Morte. She had wanted to Think more about her dream, instead she hopped from bed. She threw her robe over her body and strode from her bedroom into the main room of her suite. She grabbed a pile of clean diapers and opened the door. "Here be yer blasted diapers, Summer", Morte thrust them at her. " and a good night te ye both". Morte shut the
door, fairly running back to her warm bed and her dream.
She tossed her robe on the foot of her bed and hopped in shivering slightly. she pulled the warm covers around her and shut her eyes, willing her heart to slow down so she could sleep and dream again. Just as she was dozing off, Prudence cried softly from her crib. Morte shrugged her shoulders slightly, giving up on her dream for a brief time.
Date: 24 Feb 1998 17:12:54 EST
Morte frowns with the pillow over her head yet, Summer's wailin and the babe's screams are too much for Morte. She had wanted to Think more about her dream, instead she hopped from bed. She threw her robe over her body and strode from her bedroom into the main room of her suite. She grabbed a pile of clean diapers and opened the door. "Here be yer blasted diapers, Summer", Morte thrust them at her. " and a good night te ye both". Morte shut the
door, fairly running back to her warm bed and her dream.
She tossed her robe on the foot of her bed and hopped in shivering slightly. she pulled the warm covers around her and shut her eyes, willing her heart to slow down so she could sleep and dream again. Just as she was dozing off, Prudence cried softly from her crib. Morte shrugged her shoulders slightly, giving up on her dream for a brief time.