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Turning the shadowy corner, she thought to press on, in spite of the many Legionnaires filling the encampment; crowding round its many sulfur braziers with faces half-covered to protect themselves from the malodorous fumes while hoping to extract some measure of warmth from the ineffectual fires. Disguised beneath the veil of bent light she had cast round herself in order to traverse the dangerous avenues of the Uunglarda unseen, Ilys stepped onward lightly without a sound or any indication of her presence; yet as she came to the end of the street, where a black tent marked the Centurion’s quarters, a Legionnaire in crimson leather strode purposefully into the middle of the street, stopped directly in her path, and glared at her.
She froze; catching her breath and refusing to breathe so not to give herself away as her mind spun, seeking some means of escape. She remained invisible behind the ripple of light she bent round herself, but his crimson stare pierced into her from beneath a broad, brown leather bandana, which kept his shoulder-length, jet black hair from falling into his eyes. In the mustiness and reek of the Bathracht encampment, he had turned the collar of his coat up and had cinched it tightly to avert some measure of the noxious fumes poisoning the air. He stood unmoving with his arms crossed assertively across his broad chest while, in an incongruously non-threatening gesture, his held his wings tightly folded behind him.
Hesitating long enough to make it clear that he was aware of her, regardless of her invisible guise; he stared at her fixedly and his crimson gaze sent a shiver through her. Memory served her well, but in a realm where nearly all the inhabitants had blood-hued eyes, she could not distinguish him from the many other Legionnaires that had, at one time or another since her Integration, used her for sport or had been forced to do so. Fear blended with anger that mixed with hatred within her, boiling into a rage that was nearly uncontrollable; still, she was not foolish enough to think she would be capable of injuring a Demonfey who towered nearly fourteen inches over her and whose physique boasted unmistakably of his strength.
“Yes, I can see you.” His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, but it sent a shudder through her that made her teeth chatter…..
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A preview of Dark Fey: Breaking Into The Light
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~Morgan~
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Extraordinary Original Artwork by: fuka-enrique at deviantart.com
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“blood-hued” eyes! This is really good!!!
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🙂 Thanks Holly 🙂 I stumbled across this image yesterday and it just
‘screamed’ Dark Fey/ Legionnaire to me. lol…so I went home last night and wrote this bit, that I will eventually insert into Breaking Into the Light. I love when Inspiration hits unexpected 🙂 And Im so glad You loved it too!! 😀
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I failed to mention that I adore the image, it caught me up immediately, such a great find and you really did it justice with your words! Have a super fine weekend Morgan! (*/ *) haha, I have to make my own emo’s, they aren’t so great! hugs.
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I agree, he grabbed hold of me and hasn’t let go yet! I had created several new characters for Breaking Into the Light and now one of them ‘has a face’ 😉
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I really love that Morgan, great work on this.
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Lots of intrigue, Morgan in the words and image too~~
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🙂 YAY!! 🙂 er…I mean Thank You 🙂
I agree, this image really spoke to me!
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Ooh! Very good.
I’ve tweeted that, I hope you don’t mind.
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I never mind shares Richard 🙂 Thanks. I found this image yesterday and he literally screamed Legionnaire at me 🙂 So at 1:30am this morning I was composing this scene lol 😉 Glad you like it 🙂
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I’m shaking my head. LOL
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like you’ve never done that :p
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I’m an to early bed, early riser.
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Oh I see…so while Im sleeping in until 930-10am you are busy writing…same story, different time scheme 😉 Im a night owl..inspiration starts SHOUTING after about 10pm lol.
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I wrote my first book only in the dark, but now I’m the opposite.
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Vincent Valentine (the character in the image) was one of the first ‘dark’ characters I ever encountered in any format who remains a favourite of mine to this day.
He was and still is a fascinating character with a tragic history. This is some great work. I’m glad he was able to inspire you so much.
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I am as well. I hijacked him, of course, but he certainly spoke loud and clear to me 😉
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Nice. Good tension and intrigue. 🙂 That was fun.
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Vincent Valentine re-created lol 😉 Thank You Diana…and Im happy it has some tension it in…it’s hard for the writer to feel that, sometimes, having written it, re-written it, revised and edited it…read it about 10 times and then finally published it. The emotion sometimes gets lost, dont you think?
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Yes. Perspective is one of the many challenges of writing – we know our work too well!
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