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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Completely revised and reedited as of 10/04/2008,
voice your opinions and criticisms at will.
-Cam

Neither Isis nor Ali’shir spoke
about that night in the sparring hall or the moment shared in the master
bedroom. Both incidents were shelved away as acts done out of pure necessity
and never talked of again. Everything else seemed to just fall into place after
that. Ali’shir spent his days teaching, Isis
being dragged from place to place by Gi.
Their evenings were spent together in marked and sometimes uncomfortable
silence, but that was only when they were alone. Around others they played the
part of a couple so well they both would sometimes forget, but then there was
always something there to remind them. A touch that lingered too long, a glance
that did the same, an off the cuff remark. There was always something to snap
them back into reality, and the reality was, they were just pretending.

Isis
stepped in the room and fell flat on the bed, exhausted from babysitting for Gi
and a few other pregnant breeders who were visiting the ship’s healers. It was
an all day event filled with tests, more so than normal because pregnancy was
so rare in Ge’tan and Council very much wanted to see all the pups carried to
term, alive and healthy.
The door hissed open and Isis pulled herself to sit up on her elbows. Ali’shir
entered the room, wordlessly peeling out of his clothes as he blazed a path to
the bathroom, striding past her without so much as a glance.
“Hello to you too,” she muttered
falling back.
Usually she would argue with him for
being so rude but she was too tired to be bothered. She could barely move to
shrug off her top and pants but she managed. Hearing the shower run made her
want to take one. She was getting undressed when Ali’shir came out of the
bathroom. He watched her for a long moment until she could not stand the weight
of his glare any longer,
“What?!” she snapped.
“I wait for you to run away
screaming,”
“Don’t try to be funny, Ali.”
“My name is Ali’shir,” he breathed heavily.
“Yeah, whatever,” she muttered, pulling
her top off.
Ali’shir shut his eyes and turned
with a growl. The moment her breasts fell into the open, his flesh tightened.
He was getting tired of his body reacting like this. It was distracting to say
the least and made it difficult to keep his promise to the human not to harm
her. If that asegian had taken a moment longer arriving to the sparring hall,
there would have been no ending what he had planned for her, despite her
protests. And she would have protested. Isis
was doing as she was told, pretending like he asked her to. The fact that she
met him the next morning with the same apathetic attitude proved it. It almost
made him angry she was able to forget it all so easily.
Ali’shir took a seat on the bed’s
edge and looked at his tablet, trying to preoccupy his mind with what he had to
do the next day rather than her, but his temptation followed him, drawn to the
marks that criss-crossed his naked back. The green slashes stood out against
his navy skin, deep and ragged. Something with very big hands tried to take a
chuck out of his back and damn near succeeded. Isis
reached her had out, daring to touch the marks when Ali’shir turned, catching
her in the act.
She spoke out of nervousness, “What
happened?”
“Nothing,” he said very deliberately
moving away.
“Liar,”
She followed him, touching him with
delicate hands as she inspected the wounds. Not surprisingly, they were
infected, oozing a creamy and green fluid, “Why didn’t you go to the
infirmary?”
“Because it is nothing,” he snapped.
Isis
squeezed at his back, pushing more of the stuff out like toothpaste and he
roared, “‘Nothing’ my ass,” she said, smacking his arm.
Isis
moved away in a huff and Ali’shir eased, rotating his now sore shoulders. At least she is gone, he thought, turning
his attention back to his tablet. He had just begun to clear his mind of her,
when she reappeared again, still naked, holding a dish in her hand.
“What is that?” he demanded, moving
back as she neared him.
“It’s salve, for your back,”
He swayed, leaning back and away
from her, “I do not need it,”
She raised her hand, her fingers and
thumbs resembling a crab pincer, “You want me to pinch you again to prove a
point?” Ali’shir growled and Isis smirked,
nodding her head, “That’s what I thought, now move over,” she ordered, pushing
at his shoulder. Reluctantly Ali’shir shifted, making space for her to step as
she climbed onto the bed. They rocked back and forth, brushing against each
other, as she came to settle behind him.
Sitting on her knees, her legs around him,
facing his back, Isis shook her head as she
began dappling at the marks with the medicine, “How the hell did you do this to
yourself?”
“Capturing hard meat drones with
Elder Fushel,” he winced, the cream stinging as it cleaned, “They’ll be
entertainment for Elder Cad’lik’s final meal on our ship…”
Ali’shir sharply held his breath. Isis moved to his shoulders and to do so, she scooted
closer, her knees hugging his sides. He could feel the heat from her open legs
against his back, the heat generated from her hands as she rubbed him,
delicately kneading at his flesh. It made him light headed and swaying slightly
he rested his hands on her knees, gripping them as he enjoyed her
ministrations. Ali’shir had never had a massage before. Kaian, unsurprisingly,
was more into receiving them than giving them and now he could understand why
she had been so selfish. He closed his eyes and leaned back against Isis with a groan, letting her hands slide over his
shoulders and chest. The sound and feel of her, sliding against him teased his
senses, his mind eagerly formed images to go with them. Vivid images.
Ali’shir stood suddenly and Isis fell forward, falling as just he stood, headfirst
over the edge of the bed. He ripped his towel from the floor, right from
underneath her and bunched it over his crotch, holding it there as he yanked
down the covers of the bed.
“You’re welcome?!” Isis
growled slamming her hands down to push herself up from the ground, “And why are you getting into my bed?”
“Sleeping apart poses an unnecessary
risk. Elder Tu’shar may return,”
“There is no way you are sleeping
here with me. You don’t bathe often enough,”
“Then I will start. It is a
sacrifice we will both have to make until we leave,”
Isis
watched Ali’shir rolled himself in her
covers, turning onto his side. She wanted to argue with him, but she couldn’t.
Fushel came in and out of their suite a lot and although it was usually when
they were awake, if he had not already begun to suspect something was amiss, he
would. Even worse, there was no telling what would happen if Tu’shar made
another late night visit and Ali’shir did not make it to the room in time. It
made complete sense, but she didn’t want it to. She didn’t need him in her bed
like this, tempting her. Isis swept up a
pillow from the floor and tossed it at his head,
“Fine, but watch where you bleed. I
just cleaned those sheets.”
“Take your shower, female.”
Ali’shir tightened the covers around
him, settling into the soft sheets and Isis
wished she had another pillow to throw, something to change that smug tone.
Isis
stormed away with a hiss and as soon as the bathroom door shut Ali’shir whipped
off the covers, dashing to the washroom off of the living space outside the
bedroom. Locking the door he yanked at his cloth, cursing the woman for even
making him do this. He hated to, but if he did not, she would not be safe when
she came back to bed.
“Damnable nuisance,” he grit,
lowering his cloth, “Damn massage.”
Ali’shir spread his feet apart and
the cloth fell down. His hands reached between his legs, one cupping his balls
and the other slowly stroking the length of his cock. He closed his eyes and
imagined a female on her knees before him, Kaian, licking at the tip of dick,
swirling her tongue about the hole in it, brushing her hands over her heavy
breasts. Her fingers worked at her nipples until they were hard and waiting for
him to suck at them.
Clutching the basin before him, he
stroked with a firmer grip. He could hear her sultry voice whispering lewd
things against his chest as he stretched over her, moving between her long and
legs. She raised her hips and her hands travelled across her stomach, between
her legs, spreading her lips, opening herself fully to him. She moaned as she
fingered her clit, making her even more wet and prepared for him.
Ali’shir squeezed harder, almost
bruising his flesh. Heat filled the small room until he was dripping sweat. In
his mind she was sweating too. It studded her dark skin, plastering her curly
hair to her brow. He was balls deep inside her now, sliding in and out of her
tight walls until he roared. Her legs cut into his sides as she squeezed him
closer, her nails dug into his shoulders. She moaned and cried as he slammed
into her with thrilling viciousness. It hurt her, his body crashing into hers
like this but she didn’t care. She screamed for more, clawing at his arms. He
couldn’t hear her voice over the thudding of his own heartbeat but her read her
lips, saw that wicked glint in her dark eyes.
Lips?
Ali’shir eyes flashed opened and he took his hand away but it was too late.
Every muscle in his body shortened and he came with a violent jerk, bounding
toward the basin. His climax was intense, violent, even. For a solid minute
afterward all he could do was struggle to draw ragged breaths, his eyes
blinking as he grasped with startling clarity what he had done. Little by
little, his mind had drawn her body. Replacing the curves of Kai until the face
the stared back at him was Isis’, and realising
that made him come. Ali’shir could have torn the solid fixture in half. Even in
his fantasies he could not escape her.
Nusiance…
She laid in the bed now, her newly
cleaned body filling the space he just abandoned. The noise of his footsteps made her stir. Isis rolled over onto her back, the cover slipping down
to her waist and Ali’shir groaned dejectedly, feeling his body begin to ache
again. He undressed slowly, wondering what she would do if she opened her eyes
and saw him like this, his cock already hard and straining in her direction.
Would she grab hold of him, stroking the length of his dick as she invited him
into the bed with her, opening her legs to lay between them.
You
wish…
Ali’shir ran a hand over her
shoulders and chest, hovering the space just above it, careful not touch her
but wondering what she would do if he did.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Although her
eyes were tightly shut, she felt him standing there, looming over her. Ali’shir
took his hand away quickly and folded his arms,
“Do you not sleep on the other
side?”
“Yes, but this side was already
warm.” she said turning back onto her side, hugging a pillow against her chest.
Ali’shir breathed a sigh of relief
and lay next to her. He pulled the sheets over them both, covering her body
completely. Isis, half asleep, greedily stole
the covers from him winding up in the sheet until she was warm and toasty and
he was left to shiver in the night air. He reached to rip the cover away from
her but let his hand fall, inwardly kicking himself. He had a terrible habit of
letting his females do as they please.

Ali’shir thrashed the covers over Isis’ face as he bolted out of bed. Immediately Isis sat up, wondering what made him so panicked when she
heard that laugh. Gi was inside, making her way to the bedroom, calling for her
in a sing-songy voice as if the suite was enormously large.
“You,” Isis
hissed, pointing a damming finger at the running male. “You did this.”
“Not this time,” Ali’shir growled,
slamming the bathroom door shut.
Isis
did not even have a moment to think of a rebuttal as the bedroom door flung
open. Gi’s daughters loped inside, hopping on the bed with her, laving her with
hugs and playing with her curly hair while Ur’van strutted casually in behind
them, mandibles twittering approvingly at her state of undress. Isis bunched the cover around her chest and scowled at
him.
“Do you mind?” she said.
He trilled, sounding like his
father. “Not at all.”
Isis
threatened to beat him and he turned quickly, letting her pry herself from
between the girls and dress. As she finished Gi entered with Sagar, wailing and
dangling off the side of his mother’s hip. Isis could not even open her mouth
to beg a question before Gi handed the thrashing pup off quickly to her, moving
to stop Cara and Meade from tearing each other apart, fighting over Isis’ hair
ornament.
Both females paused and looked at
the pup with surprise when he instantly fell silent, snuggling closer to the
human.
Gi was impressed, “You will make a
good mother,” she said yanking the two girls off the bed. “I have been trying
all morning to quiet him.”
“It’s only because I’m strange to
him,” Isis said, watching him play in her
hair. He looked back at her, trilling happily, flailing his hands like a rider
with reigns.
Now that he was contented and his
sisters were distracted, Isis moved to hand
him back to his mother but he wailed in protest. His noise combined with
Mead’s, who screamed as her sister pulled at her locks. The mixed sound seemed
to climb and climb until a roar sailed above both sounds, drawing silence.
Draped in a towel, Ali’shir moved
from the bathroom, stalking on heavy feet into his once peaceful bedroom. He
hissed at Ur’van, shooing the boy away
from touching his weapons before turning his headed glare to Gi. “What are you
doing here, dressmaker? I only gave Heron authorisation to enter my home.”
Isis
narrowed her eyes at him. His rudeness was unacceptable but Gi was seemingly
unfazed, turning with that same bright eyed happiness to smile at him. “When you
scanned his hand you gave us both permission,” she laughed sweetly. “Where one mate can
go, the other may follow. That’s a ship law. Isis
darling you don’t mind do you?”
Isis
shook her head, “Not at all. You’re always welcome here, right Ali?”
“Right,” he growled, the sound rippling from
deep in his chest. He looked at Isis who bounced the baby with a smug grin. He
knew that smile to be a silent challenge, one she usually gave him in
situations like these. A dare for him to step out of characters he himself
defined. He trilled at the taunt and one upped it, turning with warmth in his
voice to speak to Gi, “So how can I help you, dressmaker? Or was it my mate who
you sought?”
Isis’
smile fell as Gi laughingly clapped her hands, “Oh! Thank you for reminding
me!” she turned to Isis and asked her if she
would help her prepare food for the Elder’s departure. “I’ve been told I make
the best desserts,” she said enthusiastically. “Isis?”
The woman quit staring daggers at
Ali’shir and slid her eyes forward. It was not that she did not want to help
her friend but it was that she hated what helping her would entail. And
Ali’shir knew that, the bastard.
He stood just as smug as she once
was now, arms folded, laughing softly to himself. It amused him terribly that Isis was actually mulling the decision over, “Push over.”
Isis
groaned, he was right again. One look
to Gi’s large doe-like blue eyes and she found herself saying yes, like the Vae
called them out of her.
“Great!” Gi exclaimed, “Afterwards you can
help me make a dress for Elder Pavi. She asked me personally,” she tugged at
the loops of Isis’ belt. “Speaking of which, I
will make you something more suitable.”
Isis
rolled her eyes, hearing Ali’shir’s roaring laughter. He put on his mask and
walked to stand in front of the woman, “I know you will enjoy your day like
always, dear mate.”
“Get bent,” she hissed, pushing past
him, following Gi into the hall.
Ali’shir’s laughter resounded,
hearty and loud. He would have felt bad delighting in her misfortune if she
would not have done the same to him.
“Hopefully I will get to see your new dress
later,” he yelled after her. Isis replied with a singly raised finger before sliding
the door shut behind her. It only made him laugh harder.

Ali’shir bellowed at his students,
furious at their sluggish performance. Despite his repeated warnings, they were
not practising as they should and it showed in the sparring sessions. They were
not remembering what he taught them and now they were being punished for it,
but better here in the safety of the gym than during a hunt. And it was for
that reason Ali’shir pushed them as hard as he did, he did not want to see a
one lost. He didn’t want one parent to know the pain of losing a child, one he still
felt sharply in his chest.
They milled furiously around the
large, domed space, running in line, one after the other…until one fell. The
student crumbled to his knees, panting, scraping at he gymnasium floor. He
didn’t think he could continue, until he looked up, seeing his instructor
thunder angrily toward him. The boy scrambled to stand but it was too late,
Ali’shir ripped him off the floor and tossed him back into formation.
“Two more laps,” he roared,
thundering behind the boy, “All of you!”
Tu’shar, from his view on the second
floor landing, grunted approvingly. There was not a sound of disappointment
among the students, if anything the pack seemingly gained a second wind from
nowhere, helping the limping student keep pace. The Elder called down to their
instructor, telling him to join him.
“You have impressed me, Ali’shir,”
Tu’shar said. The male stood before him, hands clasped behind his back, legs
apart, a salute and sign of respect. “Although I always envisioned you in a
position like this, I was worried that the transition would be long and awkward
but you have adjusted to your role nicely.”
“Thank you, Elder. I am glad everything is to
your satisfaction,” Ali’shir was surprised to hear such candour. As a pup,
Elder Tu’shar was a mentor to him but he expected the Elder, like everyone
else, to have shunned him. “Was there something you wanted of me, sir?”
“Yes, but relax first. At ease,” Tu’shar shook
him by the shoulder, rocking his rigid body, “Elders aren’t so formal, my boy.”
“But I’m not an Elder, sir.”
“If you accept a place on the
Council you will be. Your advice, although often blunt and lacking tact, is
invaluable and prudent. Not to forget what you have done with your students.
They will be ready for their first trial sooner than we anticipated,”
“That was my goal, sir.” The quicker
the job was done, the quicker he and Isis got to leave and the quicker they
could stop with this infernal pretending. “The sooner they get to apply the
knowledge they learn, the greater the chance is that they’ll retain it.”
Ali’shir’s simplicity amused
Tu’shar, “Job well done then,” he trilled. The Lead Elder reached for his
shoulder again and felt something wet. He asked the male to turn and saw he had
disturbed the knitting wounds on his back. “Fushel had some similar marks. I had to
command him to the infirmary when they began to stink. Fortunately you have a
female who cares for you.”
Ali’shir cleared his throat and
looked away, casting a glance to his students, “Was there anything else, sir?”
“I hope I did not overwhelm you,”
Tu’shar said, studying his sudden stand-offish body language. “Keep in mind the decision does not have to
be made right now, but soon. I trust you will want to discuss with your mate,”
Ali’shir scoffed, “Kaian will be
happy, elated even...”
The Lead Elder raised a thick brow,
“Who is your mate?”
Ali’shir’s blunder slowly dawned on
him and he looked down, utterly humiliated at the slip. Tu’shar could see he
did not mean it but even so, he needed to make himself expertly clear to the male.
He took a step toward Ali’shir,
pressing a finger in the centre of his chest, “You need to make up your mind,
Ali’shir. I will not have you fucking up my council with your indecisiveness,”
he warned. “Make a choice, because I will not have Isis
trying to kill Kaian, Joi’en trying to kill you or Kaian enjoying being at the
centre of yet more chaos. Do I make myself clear?”
Ali’shir nodded deeply. Although he
was wrong about what Isis would do, he could
definitely see Joi’en trying to kill him. Ali’shir would win but the murder of
an Elder carried the penalty of death.
“Now, I leave you to make two
decisions,” the Elder said backing away, “And do think hard, boy.”
Tu’shar stormed angrily down the steps and out the double doors of the hall. Hearing the doors
slam shut, Ali’shir broke his military stance and moved to the edge of the
balcony. Gripping the banister, he peered down below, watching his students
mill in a circle around the room. They seemed to churn as furiously as his
thoughts.
In some ways, he still felt as if he
was with Kai. At meals, he could feel her eyes on him, judging him like they
always did. And like always, he still had the urge to exceed her expectations.
Joi’en probably suffered from this feeling too, which was why he was so
volatile. He wanted to keep her and Ali’shir…wanted her back? He shook his
head. Wanting Kaian meant he wanted the scandal, drama, the angry sex and
arguments that came with her.
The idea of all of it sent his
stomach rolling, except for that of sex. Kaian was as fiery outside the bedroom
as she was inside it and that was something he did missed, even more so now
that Isis unknowingly taunted him at every turn. She was so oblivious of the
effect she had on him and even if she wasn't, he doubted she felt the same way.
She did not even like the idea of laying in the same bed with him.
Another boy
fell, sliding on his belly into a wall, snapping Ali’shir from his thoughts. He
ran down the steps, checking the pup over first before yanking him up by his
tunic and sending him to join the rest in taking laps around the massive hall.
“We will stay here all night if need
be,” he roared. Maybe by then I will have
my mind made up…

“It’s like trying to hold a greased
fish,” Isis cursed in her native tongue before
tripping over herself.
Sagar slipped right out her hands,
leaving her holding nothing but a diaper. His naked cheeks popped as he ran
wild through the assembly hall, darting and weaving through the amused adults
around him. Even with her long stride, she could barely keep up to the stubby
wonder as he crawled and shimmied his way across the room. She lunged for him,
catching hold of his leg but he twisted free with a trill, streaking his way
down the hall further, leaving Isis flat on
her stomach uttering curses.
“Your mother owes me big time, kiddo,” she grit, slapping her
hands on the polished floor. Gi would probably laugh, Ali’shir too, if he did
not see it as embarrassing to have his mate running top speed after a naked
baby.
Isis
had lost sight of him when he screamed. The sound pulled her heart into her
throat, washing her in panic. There were nothing but tall bodies surrounding
them both, separating him from her and whatever was happening to him. He
screamed again and Isis hiked up her skirt,
tying a knot in the front as she part the crowd with her shoulder. She ploughed
through the thick of bodies like a battering ram, knocking against them without
apology, yelling his name until a voice called out to her.
“He is here,”
Isis
fought her way to the voice then, moving to the pseudo clearing made near a
stairwell. She ran to the top of the steps and looked down, her fear almost
palpable. Her first thought was that he fell down them and hurt himself, but
the voice called her to turn, “He is here,” she repeated.
Sagar thrashed and yowled,
apparently as uncomfortable as Isis was that
Kai was the one holding him. But he is
alive and whole, Isis breathed and felt
her slowing heartbeat, silently whispering thanks.
The Council Elder was trying to
console him, but he fought her like she had snakes for hair, “You will never be
as good a mother as you are a fighter, human,” she said trying to hold him
still. The boy bit her with his toothless mouth and Kai gave up, holding him straight
out in her arms away from her for Isis to
take. “A good mother would know how to control a pup this size.”
Isis
smiled as she took the baby from her arm. Kai had unintentionally given her a
compliment and stuck her own damn foot in her mouth. As soon as the woman had
him wrapped against her, Sagar immediately quieted, taking a fistful of her
braided hair and laying his head on her shoulder. Without words, the pup told
the Elder she was the reason he screamed and nothing else.
Kai pretended not to notice the
marked change in the boy, flipping her spiralled locks, “Not that you could
even have pups,” she said. “The dressmaker is different, she is a Vae. Her kind
has no problem producing young with ours, but humans do. It is very rare that
it happens and Ali’shir wants children,”
Isis
continued to look at the female, but only half-listened. Kai had no idea what
she was talking about or why Isis and Ali’shir were even together in the first
place. So it was best to let the female talk until she ran out of cutting
comments.
“You are inadequate as a mate, human. All mouth and brass,” she said coming
closer, her hands on her hips. “Ali’shir is a very powerful male. What he needs
is something soft, cultured and beautiful to come home to. Not competition.”
“Someone like you?” Isis answered eagerly.
“Why yes,” The Elder trilled, suddenly flattered, laying
a hand on her chest. “Does he speak of me?”
Isis’
smile fell, “Never.”
Devi, Kaian’s servant struggled to
swallow a snicker. She lowered her head as the Elder shot a glare at her. Kai’s
pride was hurt and as the human was going to learn, she was not pleasant when
her pride was hurt. Kai took a step towards Isis,
mandibles clicking menacingly, her light eyes narrowing into angry slits.
“He never speaks of you either and
do you know why?” she asked tilting her head, “Because he is ashamed of you. He
will always be ashamed of you because you are not like me or any other female
of worth on this ship. You are inadequate, human and you remind him of a piece
of himself he knows is inadequate.”
“You really like that word don’t
you?” Isis said, tilting her head.
“Fuck you,”
“Elder Kai!” Isis
yelled, stunning her silent and drawing everyone’s attention. “…Please do not
use profanity in front this child.” She cupped Sagar’s ear ports and made a
worried face for all to see. And just like she thought, Kai immediately reigned
herself back in, stepping back with a dangerous smirk, her eyes sneaking furtive glances to those around them.
“Pretend all you want, human. You
know I tell the truth,”
Isis
hugged the baby closer, muffling the sounds he heard. She thought to tell the
female she was full of shit but the pup in her arms made her hold her tongue.
Wordlessly she brushed past the Elder, knocking her aside as she moved to the
stairs. Kai reached to yank her by the braid as she passed, but Devi caught her
wrist. Kai was stunned the asegian even had the idea to touch her. She wrenched
her arm away from her with a hiss,
“Have you lost your mind?”
Devi lowered her head, “I’m sorry
Elder, but in your anger, I think you forgot the human bested Mara.”
“So what?” Kai huffed, as if she had
not forgotten that. “If she fought back, she would die. I am a Council Elder
and she is a foreigner. The only thing lower than you,” she sneered.
Devi moved to let her pass, hoping
Kai would run after her and get beat but the Elder stayed still, glowering at Isis’ back. After a moment, Devi watched Kai turn on her
heel and storm away. For once, she understood her mistress’ anger and secretly
enjoyed it. Kai heard something she never thought she would. Males naturally
drifted to her, laved her in gifts and attention, even before she bedded them,
and especially afterward. But here there was one male that had been with her
longer than most and he had seemingly moved on. The Elder female did not want
to think Ali’shir forgot about her because she never forgot about him. And
what’s more, she was Kaian, the stunningly beautiful descendent of founding
Elders of their Clan, she was unforgettable period.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read!
Das Grauen: I’m glad you appreciate the story line! And yes, I
will definitely reveal him soon enough, I just have a lot of work to do on that
scene.
Chancelor22: I’m sorry darling, you know me, I am such an
effin’ tease.
Shortest_warrior: That damn name still
makes me giggle like a school girl.
Capt_Davy_Jones_Lover : I know, I’m a horrible person to
leave it where I always seem to do, but where would the fun be in letting
everyone have their way all the time? Far more interesting this way, lol.
Sagikamikaze: I told you it only gets worse, now you’ve gone and
ruined a perfectly good keyboard.
Kyona_Kopper: Ah! Someone who loves the cliffies! Keep reading, I
think you might find yourself pleasantly surprised as I do actively try not to
be too predictable when I write.
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