Len’s Diary ~ Balance II ~ (003) 27/07/99
By Len Morgan
His first glimpse told him
she was the one. She was the most
beautiful woman, he’d ever seen.
Her lean whipcord body displayed her incredible strength, and reflexes like a coiled spring. Her skin was smooth and dusky, her dark eyes missed nothing, and her short-cropped dark hair revealed her utilitarian upbringing; for everything a purpose. He took in her body harness, totally functional with straps rings and pockets for specific purposes. Her arm & leg protection moulded & studded all designed to protect the wearer. Sheathed at her side was a short bone-handled stabbing sword ready for immediate use.
“He’s mine!” She announced with authority in a quiet husky
voice.
He realised that she was referring to him. He gazed, without fear, into her dark obsidian orbs, for what seemed like an eternity – barely a millisecond passed in reality – their minds touched. He showed her love. She revealed her insatiable desire to rule the universe. Nothing seemingly would satisfy her voracious appetite, she wanted it all!
“And then?” he asked in his gentle kindly voice.
She answered with a strange feral stare. In that instant, she changed. She’d digested his words but had no answer. Realisation dawned. Lacyndra took the naked young man into her arms, embracing him – the Universe on pause – her Thaal army stood like statues, no help for her there. She fastened a collar around his neck attaching a thin virtually unbreakable leash testing its tensile strength with a tug. She stood back to gaze at his slim youthful frame his golden shoulder-length hair. Momentarily, she became lost in his jewel-bright tawny eyes. Those dilated pupils that sought to swallow her up.
He wants me more than I want him? Inconceivable!
On reflection she removed the collar; he took it from her hands and replaced it around his neck. Dropping to his knees before her, he removed her chain mail loin covering and buried his face in her glistening black fur, steeped in the scent of her desires. His gaze traversed her glistening form; that of a transformed killing machine.
He would give himself to
her, and she would be his, and they would be one.
She gazed down into those deep tawny pools and realised she was lost. Accept his gift and she gained everything. Kill him and the Universe was hers, but as he said, what then?
She unsheathed her sword and sliced through the collar. A gift, freely given, accepted and returned in kind.
They consummated their alliance – in between time – the Universe alone bore witness.
Morlen had finally atoned
for his mentor’s callous act…
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Len Morgan
So, you have finally climbed to the top of your family tree Len. It appears "Red Bull" can give you more than wings, or was it the "spirit" it was mixed with?
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