Breathe deep of me...

An art of illusion can be more over powering than anything ever could. The picture of a woman gliding over the ground, dark robes consuming her figure, a hood hiding all her features, and only her crystalline voice, that sirens call that beckons to the soul that is her counter. The one that completes her utterly in more ways that she dare ever express.

The prey comes to the hunter... she provokes him, in her own dark mysterious way. Knowing the smallest of details that will bring forth just the reaction she wants from her hunter... and he ensnared his most sought after prey.

She did not dare give in easy this time. A short public courtship will have nothing on the dance between hunter and prey that has lingered over time and distance. It has not in any way diminished their pull to one another. Those soul piercing eyes that ensnare in a dark obsession. A dark desire.

Oh she is every bit that dark desire, that unquenchable thirst that lingers in the back of the throat. Be it anger, be it hate, be it lust, or love. Be it soft and sensual, be it raw and fierce, the pull is there. It burns in sets of eyes that twin and mirror one another. Strength and sensuality commingle until its more addicting than any drug. Neither can get enough to state their addiction, their craving. Seeking for that next high.

Under moonbeams they found one another again, his prize, his tempest, his silent strength. Forever her heart remained loyal and true. Always there for him, always within his grasp, in his sights. And once the wool was lifted it was she that stood there surrounded by the mist. In silence she called to him. She was never forward in her advances to him. It was in a mystic that so few hold.

Her hold is one that will never let go. Her heart is more his than he will ever understand. Will ever know, even understand. She meant it when she said forever. When she fell in love with her tarnsman she gave over more of her self than she ever realized.

The words of Calico will always echo in her mind, how right her slave was. Her heart never did close, it was always open to love, his love. And would wait, did wait. She knew deep in the dark hidden web of her heart that he would come back to her.

Breathe in deep of her, drink even more. Touch and feel, hear and listen, crave and love. Need her and not be ashamed of it. Be open about it. Be what they have always been, the Tarnsman and Tempest, the Hunter and Prey. Their tango is one that may never end. No matter the odds that life throws, some how, some way, love made a way. Gave them the chance they needed.

Did she know of the others, she did, and never said a word. She knew that he would have to make a choice all on his own. And know that she would never become second again. He would choose her or lose her. It was the cusp she plainly put out there. Choose her and love her, or let her go forever more. And it was not an easy choice to put one in, but there was a part of her that needed to see him in such a struggle. Needed to see just where his heart rested.

Did the tempest really hold her tarnsman's heart, or was it lip service. Was she the one that he craved to have near him. Could he really not live this life with out her touch, with out her perfume lingering upon him when he rose the next morning, be without her voice that lingered in the halls, her haunting visage moving with grace and elegance in the halls, that could make him weak in the knees and hot with desire with but a look and movement of her head. Exposing the vital woman she was. Exposing the hidden passions that boiled in her own blood.

Would he come to steal more moments with her, make her his. Make her more than just a tittle, but utterly make her his by giving over his heart. Putting it in her hands this time with trust. Opening more to him, she is fully ready to love him. To die for her Home Stone, to die for love if it calls for her sacrifice.

He now knows more than he ever did, has that opened his eyes to what she was willing to give up for him. She might not have towed the line so openly, but in her own way she was thrilling and far more than those that were between their fall and rise once again?

She believes now, that he has truly seen what was always there before him. Always hungered for him, yearned for him, pleaded for him to see.

So they start anew, all past mistakes are forgiven, love has been given another chance. Be it but a few moons or many, they will rise and love will always win.

So breathe deep of me... and consume me. I am yours... forever.

Soulmate.

Some say that inside every gorean woman there is a free companion and a slave. A free companion seeks her companion, a slave her Master.

I know now without a shred of doubt that I sought out my other half. The one that would complete me. Be him companion or master, I sought without searching. And yet he found me. Crashing into one another nearly four years ago.

Time has brought us together and events have torn us apart. And yet through the maelstrom we found one another. Love battled and waged a silent war. Fought against all odds to bring them together again.

Completing the circle. He is my other half, my mate, my companion. My love and soul mate. He completes me. My light in a darkness, my reason to live once again. The breath to give hope life. He was the one that brought the tempest to the light.

He provoked her, then he consumed her. He is my fierce hunter, my tarnsman, the Ubar of my heart. I am his tempest, his lei, his sought after prey. His woman and lover. Through the dark murky waters he swam. He moved mountains. Answered the call, the ante was raised and he... he alone was the one to rise to it.

The challenge that was set forth for him alone. He was the only one that had what I needed. What I demanded.

The prey has returned to her hunter, he did not take no for an answer. He never did. And I did not give in so easily this time. He crossed the Thassa for me, he risked my Uncles wrath to seek me out. He came to me under the cloak of darkness.

I am the dagger to his heart, I will open that vein that he has tried to seal off. Out will pour the love he has for me. Cleansing his heart of all that has taken root there. It will be I that stands there, holding the key. With my larl ate the herlit smile upon my lips.

His Lady of the mists I will walk the halls of the estate again. His eyes will be drawn to me. In the night, under the light of the moons the lovers will dance again. Drinking in their ecstasy. Relishing in their love.

The tempest has returned home. She has come to claim what is rightfully hers. And the tarnsman has laid in wait long enough for the return of what is his. She was made for him in many ways. Together their chemistry is like lightening in a jar. Its electric when they touch, stopping the world when they are near.

Let them look on in envy, in spite, in jealousy, in hate... She will never be another's.

May death be the only thing to take them from one another on this physical plane. For my heart will never again be fooled. It will never again be tricked.

This time I will not let a slut in robes pull the wool over my eyes, leeching a poison into my heart to cloud the love for my home stone. Adding that nagging sense of self doubt to win over. I am a strong gorean woman, a proud lady of Cos, I am a Landau physician, I am his tempest. His match. I live for Cos, my Sons, Caste and our love. They are the vital parts of who I am.

My chemical make up is simple, he makes me alive. Is the quickening in my veins, the soothing beat of my heart, the labored breathing and undeniable sounds of utter love and blind faith.

He alone sees me as no other has or will. In his arms I am a complete woman. I give my self without logic to him, give over to the crushing love that is all consuming. And yet hold the strength and resolve not to belittle my self, to always remain the strong, determined, vital, seductive free woman.

With my eyes I have brought lesser men to their knees. They want me and I do not see them. None can compare to him, they never could. Let them call him what they will, let them try and take me to my knees. They will be met with a defiance and determination and steel that will catch them off guard.

Do not dare tempt the Ost of the north. The gale force winds that rest inside of her soul will tear you apart and leave you for sleen fodder. You are nothing in her eyes. No woman can compare to her, none ever could. They might play a pretty act, but in the end who is left standing and who is made the fool.

Oh how wicked the fates are. Odin have mercy on those that try to retaliate against the duo, for they will have none. If those that call them selves Cosian have honor they will not dare. But those that do attempt the suicidal path, they should be ashamed.

The northern tempest and the fierce tarnsman...

Bleeding heart...

Sometimes it takes but a look to know when a woman is in love, and yet in that glance she is also hidden in the fog. A mystery that shrouds her. It makes her far more interesting, what has caused that woman to open her heart in such a manner to one. What is it that slipped in through the veil, tearing down the walls to reach in and seize a heart.

With a dagger he cuts the vein and she bleeds, a sweet crimson red that will engulf. It is an addictive poison that brings the seeker to return time and again to drink in full of that love. To nearly bathe his senses in the depths of a woman in love. To feel that vital essence from her, as she gives her self over. Such a dangerous battle field, love, it is cunning, like a fox; coy and alluring, seductive, tempting, just begging for you to drink of it.

Love is a Pandora's box. Once open the pains and darkness that it is fills the room. It will either give life or steal it. Bring joys or terrorizing pains. The eyes of one that is in love can be a haunting nightmare, or silent strength. Love will not sit in the background. It will not stay in silence, it will not stay still. Its like an oracles dance, a gypsy muse, Love has many dimension to it.

What strength does she who submits her self to that kind of love. How does she bask with in it and not become swallowed. Where is the light in the darkness that surrounds her, it is he who has won the love. Through distance, through controversies, through pains, the sorrows, the joys, the ecstasy, the thrills and chills. Blood and daggers, it is he who stands there with eyes that will pierce your very soul. Tear at the fabric of your being, he is your anchor and you are his sweetest poison.

He will do anything to drink of that poison again. Feel the flesh of the one that surrenders to it, how she trembles with a touch, how she aches for it again. Crying out in pleasures. Moving with that mystical grace of a lynx. Hypnotizing you, memorizing you. Oh how tantalizing she becomes, even the scent of her perfume will pull you. The exotic roll of her voice as it slips out like ribbon over the shell of your ear. She become the purification, driving out the Hiths venom, the dark vengeance of the past. Cleansing the heart and soul with all that she gives.

Igniting the tempest with in her, bringing her to life. She will steal your breath and yet give it right back. Cause your heart to race and yet soothe you as well. She will become your vixen and goddess.

It takes a great strength to love one man, to love a true gorean man and yet remain of iron will to stand at his side. Become the tempest in the private moments and yet possess the fierceness to remain the epitome of a free woman. To love him enough to walk away. Love him utterly without fail even when apart. To forever remain his.

May I be the purification he deserves.

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"To live is to love, to love is to have passion divine"

New dawn...

Truly, I am unsure of how it all happened. It was one small brief connection of eyes across the distance, and then the meeting to gain my pardon. As time went on, we found our selves running into one another more often than not. Spending time with our children together and the warm embrace I found my self in with him near.

But, in between it all there was several profound events, he had his two loves after me, one utterly tore him to pieces with her poison that she leeched into his heart and then her black heart turned against him, their daughter and home stone. As the time continued his hith broke his heart. She a karian wench...

Something happened... I do not understand it and I do not know how it did. But from the night at Fehu Isa to now we found one another. Our hearts found one another, on one side of I coin I did in fact feel like the last choice the last resort, and yet I do not feel such. I feel it in his kiss, his touch, his gaze. He, my tarnsman, stalks his prey once again.

Will my Uncle agree, I do not know and do not pretend to know. Is there fear in my heart, no. I do know that many will protest, many will not understand how it is that I am still in love with him. That I still choose to be with him, but as the saying goes, shame on him for fooling me once, shame on me if I let him do it again.

We promise nothing but that we will love one another. And he promises not to take another free woman to his furs. Life has never been easy for either one of us. I do know that children are not the driving force in this joining. We both have our fair share of children, and IF... we choose that can happen at a much later date. If we make it past one year, I will consider it. If my heart continues to hold out.

But this time is different, feels the same, but yet there is something different. It is not ashamed of sharing intimate moments with me in public. Its just a comfort, and it was the last thing I expected. It just snuck up and bit me in the ass.

I never expect he and I to join again. Perhaps be a comfort or a lover on an occasion but never did I think he would take me as his companion again. Time will tell how this will play out.

Many unanswered questions, and some will not gain answers for some time.

My only fear is that Therise will return, he will leave me and will return to her. And should that happen, I fear it would be the one thing to kill my heart. Kill my love. It may not happen, but honestly I do not put it past her to try and woe him away from me. She has that kind of sway that kind of something about her.

No, I do not take many risks if any at all. I am play by the rule Landau. It was how I was raised. I was not allowed much room to go off and do as I wish. I do not poison for fun, I do not get people ship off to the block or murdered. I am physician and as such have this odd sense of respect for the living.

My heart is what it is. Fuck them.

Second chance...

The Tarnsman is courting the Tempest once again.

No promises this will be an easy road.

No promises they will make it past a year.

But a promise to love one another without hindrance.

Will this duo weather the storm together once again.

Shared intimacy in a new light.

The beauty of human emotions they have pained together.

With faith this time she places her hand in his.

Knowing it will not be easy,

but adversity will not be her undoing this time.

With eyes wide open they together walk the road.

Not often does fate allow two star crossed lovers another chance.

Make the world envious around them.
Oh how they will hate, spit, rally against, protest...

But two hearts do not listen,

they have not yet.

Again the stolen nights are theirs.

Will she again be his consuming Tempest,

The Ubara that holds the same mystical air about her.

Through the mist she walks, with a strength,

a confidence, a resolve,

unlike before.

His talons hold her heart in a gilded cage,

He steals her breath.

Guilty pleasures.

All she asked was that he love her.

Miss You

So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you
Yeah, I miss you
So far away from where you are
Standing underneath the stars
And I wish you were here

I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things I never thought that they’d mean everything to me
Yeah, I miss you
And I wish you were here

I feel the beating of your heart I
see the shadows of your face
Just know that wherever you are
Yeah, I miss you
And I wish you were here

I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they’d mean everything to me
Yeah, I miss you
And I wish you were here

So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you
Yeah, I miss you
And I wish you were here