Excerpt: Untitled as yet

The tall grasses and weeds waved softly in the twilight air. The gloaming of the evening was upon the earth, at least this portion of it. A man made path of cold concrete ran through the mixture of green and dry plant life. This area was a tiny oasis of wilderness set between the nearby apartments and a strip shopping center. A few trees grew in the midst of the vacant lot and night birds could be heard, beginning to call to one another. Crickets began to converse about the coming night and whether or not it would rain. Amongst all this, a pair of bright ebon eyes peered out towards the sidewalk, waiting, although not patiently in the least.

The being the eyes belonged to was one that many would believe only existed in story books. Male, he was almost too beautiful to be real. His body was slender and well muscled. Black eyes were set in a pale face with a pointed chin and delicate tapered ears graced the sides of his head. His mouth was a lover’s dream, just begging to kiss and be kissed. Hair the color of night, a deep black that was almost violet, flowed from his scalp and down his back to just past his narrow waist. The thick locks were contained in several braids all about his head, and gathered together at the nape of his neck by a leather thong.

His body was bare from the waist up, save for the tribal marking on his upper left arm and the silver cuffs encircling each wrist. Transparent wings of a purple hue lay flat against his shoulder blades, appearing delicate, but much stronger in reality than they looked. From the waist down, he was currently clad in soft grass green leggings that were tucked into a pair of golden brown boots, also made of a soft material that was nevertheless strong and water tight.

Reaching into a pouch at his waist, the being withdrew a shining silver coin. He looked it over carefully, frowned, and rubbed it against his thigh vigorously, then glanced at it again. He continued this routine for a few moments, until at last he seemed satisfied and allowed a fleeting smile to cross his sensual lips. Softly, he begin reciting arcane words in the Old Tongue over the coin. Raising it to his lips, he placed a gentle kiss upon it and tossed it toward the concrete path. It landed exactly as he wished, just far enough that anyone who wished to possess it would have no choice but to step onto the grass slightly. That would be enough for his purposes.