A Mind in Motion

I don’t remember much of my life before the wagon train to execution. Everything is hazy, as if I had no existence until then. But the blade of a steel axe rising high above my head, I distinctly recall. The smell of copper dripping from the last poor bastard to kneel upon the stained wood beneath me. The stench of horses. Mud. Gravel. Brimstone. When fire unexpectedly exploded around us, raining in a torrent of deadly chaos....I felt something within me come alive. This fever, igniting, under my sizzling flesh. It filled my senses, rushing my veins like growling ecstasy. I ached with a knowledge I couldn’t grasp into words. But I can comprehend it vibrating in my bones. It is what whispers to me now as I drive my axe forward, striking soft pebbled scales in a frantic blow for survival. That consuming molten honey humming in my muscles, chanting ‘kin of my kin, blood of my blood’ , while massive sharp teeth snap and snarl at circling soldiers. My heart constricts, knowing...

     She stared up at the colossus, it's dark metal almost translucent in the poring rain, while thunder crashed around them. Inky silhouettes of the surrounding woods danced and jerked about her periphery, flashes of lightening flickering like wild fireflies between them to cast eerie shutters of chaos and horror.      But she was unafraid.      Here, standing sentry in an abandoned farm field was their salvation.      She had heard the stories, from her parents, her school friends, even her teachers, of the mysterious mechanical giants who had once--long ago--faced the hoard and saved humanity.      They had not fallen from the sky, nor had risen from the ground below.      No, they had assembled themselves, one by one, unseen in abandoned warehouses--spontaneous creation in the absence of a creator--she had once heard it described. No one knew why. The magnificent creatures o...

     I remember the first time I saw her, truly saw her--raven locks billowing in the wind as she sat astride a horse she had stolen from a solider who lay dead at her feet. Her dark hazel eyes burned with a multitude of emotions--anger, pain, regret, devotion and revenge. Her slight build was encased in mere riding leathers, no protection from the arrows whistling in the air our way, but she stood fierce in defiance nonetheless.      She was glorious, and terrifying all at once.      When word reached our village that the young Queen had finally been freed from the cavernous prison the King had placed her in, we quickly grabbed whatever weapons we could and met her small traveling party on its way to the castle.       She needed us.      And we needed her.      The chaos that had consumed our kingdom since she first appeared on our Lord's arm a decade ago had torn at the fragile edges of...

     Sunlight scattered through vibrant green leaves swaying gently in the soft breeze as it pierced through dense forest treetops and lit the woodland below. The thick scent of wild flowers, moss and pine sap drifted on the wind, wrapping around towering trees and skittering across the noses of scurrying creatures as it journeyed through. The wings of birds flying from one perch to the next echoed in the serenity of nature--murmuring like a heartbeat outward to all approaching it--and the Wolf finally found what it had been looking for.      Yellow eyes flickered over the worn stone that sat nestled in the perfectly formed Fairy Ring , soft grass rustling like gentle touches against its washed out grey surface. The deep grooves carved into the weather worn face swelled with shadows as they circled around the ornate dais, marking it with sacred words so old they could not break across the tongue unless uttered upon the granite alone.      ...

*WARNING! Adult sexual content to follow. Reader discretion is advised. You don't like it, don't read it. Previously* [Stumbling onto the dias, she pulled away long enough to slap her hand upon a decorative mark accenting her throne and suddenly they were descending, the dias sinking into the floor as their bodies and mouths came together again] By the time the other woman registered the change in location she was tossing her cloak away and yanking her tunic up and out of her breeches. “Where are we?” the girl gasped as she raised her arms to allow her to pull the white material up and off of her completely. The sight of supple full breasts, now free of clothing, had her quite literally dribbling down her legs with need and she felt a whimper, the likes of which she never even knew, leave her. “My bedchamber,” she finally replied, her voice frayed with desire as her hands reached out and practically ripped the snap from the tight breeches, trying to get th...

Previously * [Face to face again, the dark woman reached out and gently clasped her warm fingers around her jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. She watched as Honeysuckle colors sparked in amber depths with an energy that shivered across her skin before the woman simply replied, “Indeed.”] The rippling pools ebbed and flowed with the tension building between them, their voices mute as her tender fingers released their hold on her jaw and slowly trailed kinetic paths down her neck to pause at her exposed collarbone before retreating back into her dark cloak. The departure tugged a physical withdrawal from the depths of her spine and she bit her soft pink lips to suppress the whimper that rose up her throat. “What do you desire here that you could not find anywhere else? Besides the obvious, of course,” the older woman asked, her timbered voice an octave deeper and she felt the humming in her veins thrill at the notion she was not alone in this tug of war. “To answer your call...

I grew up around the fire stacks, hidden away in the hills surrounded by a thick forest. We were a small community but one held fast to the traditions of hard work and strong family ties. I was there the day the stacks blew and the storm clouds came in. It had never happened before, the two colliding in the sky. We had been preparing for the coming rain, covering our homes and bundling down under pillows and blankets to keep warm. The storms help the stacks cool down, allowing us to work and live around them without the ground getting hot beneath our feet. The clouds arrived like always on the backs of phoenixes. Graceful, vibrant birds with long necks and tails; the Northern phoenix with rich blue feathers like the ocean carried her grey clouds behind her as the Southern phoenix, white like snow, carried her own. It's beautiful to watch them dance in a mating ritual, soaring and circling one another, blending the clouds together in a thunderous release of passion and ...

     The touches were gentle, almost reverent among the throng of bodies around them. Like a spell had fallen upon them and them alone, their eyes caressed where their fingers could not. Chests heaved in shuddering breaths, skin prickled with extended senses and their mouths found one another as their hearts thundered with need. Nothing was forbidden in this place, the walls echoed with ecstasies that danced along the tight rope of the known world's taboos. Flesh thrummed against flesh, cries reverberated with one spiraling emotion after the next in an orchestra of undulated rhythms. Yet this was a step beyond even them.      Their first taste of each other sparked like fireflies blossoming into existence in the veil of night. If they had not been so focused on one another, they would have seen the room shift around them. The canvases of flesh tones parted and swirled away to fade into a serenity of just them and a dark backdrop slowly being painted by the...