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Enter the Storm

The full moon sat high in the midnight sky, looking mournfully across the lands of Rhydin. An owl screeched in the dark forest as it dove toward the ground to attack it's prey. A wolf released the howling cry, searching for it's pack, or perhaps its mate. The sound of flapping wings vibrated along the cobblestone streets as a flock of bats flew over the towns.

Dark clouds began to roll in, lightening streaking across the dark sky. Large drops of rain began to fall, soaking any that happened to be out for a late night walk. The rain pounded against the roof tops, sounding like a loud drum banging. Balls of hail fell from the heavens, damaging anything in their wake as they covered the ground. The air began to rumble loud enough to shake the buildings, shattering some of the windows.

Deep in the forest, the ground shook violently as it cracked open. From below, an alabaster hand appeared, long fingers digging into the earth, then a second hand joined the first. Slowly pulling their owner from the depths. Standing at the edge of the hole stood a woman, appearing to be somewhere in her early twenties. Long golden curls gently splayed across her back, and over her slender shoulders. Alabaster flesh, molded to perfection, twin, firm breasts the right size to feed any man's desire, with sweet, perk, rose colored nipples. Below her breasts, her rib cage was defined. Taunt, stomach, that held soft muscular ripples. Soft muscular curves formed her hips, than narrowed into her kissable thighs and long delicious legs. A sweet, firm round ass completed her from the neck down. The sensual body was not the only thing perfect about this woman. A face of an angel, eyes of silver and lips kissed by a rose.

Lacing her fingers together, she raised her arms above her head, then arched up on her toes, stretching every muscle in her body. Soon, there would be much work to be done, but for now a place to lay plans into action was needed. A snap of her fingers and a torch appeared in her hand. With the grace of a feline, she moved through the forest. The light from the torch illuminating her body, as well as the path she followed. Emerging from the forest, she stepped onto a cobblestone street. Able to hear the soft mummers of those she passed by, a small grin appeared upon her lips. Halfway through the city, she stopped in front of a Tavern and stepped inside. Immediately all eyes were upon her, though none meeting her silver gaze. Laughing softly at their stares, loving their attention. A soft silky voice passed through her parted lips. "I am in search of a place to stay.. Would any of you gentlemen be of service? As you can see, I have no coin to pay, but I am sure something can be worked out." As she was speaking, her silver eyes were focused on one man in particular. Now he looked delicious..