The rays of the afternoon sun shone intensely on the group of shops that make up a modest market located on the shores of a fishing port; the damp and salty smell of the shores filled the air, and the constant jingle of coins, as well as the din of a sea of voices, filled the air with the typical hustle and bustle one would expect in such a busy place. At first glance, it was just another normal day in the city of Kardia, but not for long. Suddenly, claims and the noise of breaking objects broke into the monotonous calm of the controlled chaos of the market, showing before the puzzled eyes of the crowd, how three figures passed over them like a rumbling storm.
A chase scene was brewing like the wild waves of an inexorable deluge sweeping away everything in sight, like a disastrous portrayal of a comic play devoid of laughter, in which what could best be described as a cat the size of a teenager averaging thirteen years old, clad only in rags and brown fur, she was the lead actress behind it all.
Anne's small figure moved desperately through the crowd, galloping on all fours dodging everyone as much as she could in agile and balanced movements even when the space provided was so limited, some people shouted at her or tried to stop her, but Anne's career did not waver for a single moment.
—COME BACK HERE YOU DAMN THIEF! —the burly orcs that were chasing her shouted, they have no qualms about pushing people in their path, focused solely on catching the felyxdae that fled from them.
—Stop! Stop right now! —other voices in addition to nonsensical screams could be heard coming from behind Anne, soon, some city guards also joined the chase, the law enforcement did not ask questions or investigate, they chose a side quickly and without hesitation. The little felyxdae soon found herself persecuted by a whole crowd that clamored for a piece of her, the market now seemed the faithful recreation of a hellish hunting ground, where ignorance and prejudice lay with spectators in full enjoyment of the dawn of the mass hysteria.
"CATCH HER!"
Anne's fur stood on end at all the attention she was getting, those questioning looks... the hateful screams for no reason... they made her feel so outraged... and so scared.
—Don't stop —Anne constantly repeated to herself so that her anger and fear wouldn't cloud her judgment—Ignore them and keep running! —as she ran, Anne covered her ears with her paws to protect herself from the insults being thrown at her and as a comfort to herself... The flow of pain from tears seemed to be inevitable... it was all too much for her.
Anne wanted to launch a claim, defend herself against such horrible slander, but she knew that it was better to save her breath in order to keep running... Anne was aware that her words would not be listened to, everyone had judged her as soon as she was accused, no one would believe her, even if she was right... Stopping was not a moot option, she didn't want to find out what they would do to her if they caught her...
And it is that Anne is a felyxdae after all, "lords of cats" in their common language, "false cats" in the languages of others, exiled and marginalized, in the eyes of the entire world, Anne's species was only seen like common thieves or ruthless killers, they were racially branded as con men or soul-breaking machiavellian cunning. Even when the mistakes came from a few, the entire race of felyxdae has always been repudiated... and that one of them was responsible for the death of Emperor Alexandros five hundred years ago... was the final nail in the coffin and the needy excuse that left them stigmatized at the lowest and meanest of society forever... turned them into plagues... into the scapegoats of all evils, into the bottomless pit where people could dump everything their hatred without consequence.
The felyxdae are forbidden to enter any city or town, many are mistreated, abused... or even killed for the simple fact of existing... They are creatures without rights or a home... on the walls of the city of Arthemis you can always see their fresh corpses hanging as a warning, in the villages of Mirella and Naphalys their skin sells for a good price, and in much of the continent of Phobos their testicles are considered an excellent aphrodisiac for having many children. And Kardia... while Kardia is one of the few places that allows felyxdae in... the place offers them nothing but cold streets and bitter welcomes, the racism and prejudices of the people care little. let it be done with them... nobody sees them as people, only as animals... but, even so, it is better to go there than to be hunted in other places where "good" people live. Anne wasn't unlucky enough to be born a felyxdae...she was just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time...all her life...
—I won't give it to them, this is mine and nobody else's —Anne thought as she clung tightly to the source of all this cruel misunderstanding, a silver necklace with a ruby pendant in the center, the last memory of her parents, and which those orcs accused her of stealing—They are the real thieves... they only saw my necklace and started yelling lies... I-I... I shouldn't have come here...I should have spent the night in the forest like I always do... You're a fool Anne! —she scolded herself, but that little or nothing could calm the panic that was beginning to swarm in her chest like a hummingbird, the small ravages of fear pricked her eyes.
Anne had only wanted to see the city, sleep in a warm bed and taste the fresh fish in the morning... only that... she followed the rules, she didn't look at anyone, she didn't talk to anyone, she always stayed away... but still... life found a way to torment her. Anne never asked to be bothered... she never asked to be accused of stealing something that is hers... she is nothing more than a wandering traveler who collects garbage to survive, she is not a murderer, she is not a gambler, she is just Anne...
—Why did things always have to be this way? —she didn't know what she had done wrong for life to treat her that way... losing her parents when she was still a cub, having to live on the run because people hated her for no reason... always being alone adrift in the darkness of fear and uncertainty... Anne wondered when the day would come when all her torment would end... when the gods would tire of her suffering and leave her alone... when she would stop walking alone and wandering down a winding path full of heartless monsters... Anne wondered... when she would finally find the home she longed for...
It didn't take long for fatigue to bite Anne's hooves, her legs trembled, and breathing became difficult for her, going two days without eating and sleeping properly took its toll on her body just now that she needed it most. Anne could only keep running for a few more seconds until exhaustion forced her to stop... her tired steps left her right in front of a dead end.
Anne's eyes widened, the cold claws of fear tearing at her back. The footsteps behind her grew closer, biting choruses of cursed voices.
—Nononononono!
Fear overflowed forcefully from the felyxdae's eyes as she let out desperate mewls and scraped her claws against the alley wall… her heart hitched in her breath from deep within her chest… she trembled, though the presence the cold was non-existent...
—No... please... —Anne begged in horror, her eyes scanning the alley with inordinate anguish.
And out of the mist of fear, as if it were a miracle of Althemys goddess of fortune, Anne's sharp eyes fell on a wooden door that lay to her left... she had been so scared that she had not noticed it until now.
The shadows of Anne's pursuers loom over the threshold of the streets that led to the alley where she was, the vociferation of those meaningless screams seemed to shake the cracks in the aged concrete... the felyxdae looked at the door for only a moment. fleeting second... and I don't doubt.
The soft silk of the green curtains swayed slightly in the light afternoon breeze, allowing the coppery lights of the dying sky to stream freely through the glass of several circular windows, bathing the interior of a large room that, before the arrival of the evening rays, it was poorly illuminated. There, one could see the orderly emptiness of a tavern free of any soul, devoid of music, customers or merriment, there was only silence, the place itself seemed the reflection of a gloomy cemetery devastated by the cruel claws of time, dust, cobwebs, and a hint of bitter melancholy. A deep sigh could be heard reverberating in the form of a light echo that could encompass the entire room thanks to the absence of any other sound. A dark elf figure lay behind the bar, leaning against the counter with an expression somewhere between boredom and exasperation.
—Uhm... Demeah's stupid religion and her stupid purity lunae... —Darcy's hoarse words were cut by the guillotine of deep weariness. Between yawns and spontaneous moans, the orange of the dark elf's eyes lie lost in nothingness, staring towards the desert stillness in which her beloved tavern was wrapped; her blurred face resting on the palm of her right hand, while the fingers of her free hand rhythmically tapped the edges of the wood of the bar like piano keys, a large bottle of liquor marked with a label on it an unknown language rested half empty next to her… not a glass in sight—Ugh… what a shitty day I've had… first, it's hot as hell, then my only helper decides to take off and leave me all the work to me alone, and to icing on the cake, no one has come here even to wish me a fucking good morning... —Darcy's soliloquy sounds messy, the elf speaks to nothing as if she cared about her problems, and no, she wasn't drunk—it's the twelfth time this month, all holidays! Who the hell doesn't drink on fucking holidays?! What's wrong with the people in this town?! —the dark elf leans her head against the cold wood of the counter—Kardia is a den of murderers, prostitutes, thieves, tricksters, slavers, rapists, kidnappers, and a long etc! —she hit the table—But oh surprise! It turns out that, despite being social scourges, the worst of the worst, they are also fucking religious! religious! —Darcy takes her messy gaze to one of the many empty tables in the tavern—Can you believe it?! Hahahahahaha It's absurd! —her laugh lacks any trace of mirth, when she stopped laughing and realized her pantomime, the dark elf was tempted to finish the rest of the bottle, but instead, she slumped once more onto the counter letting out a long sigh—Ughhhhh... only I can think of opening a tavern in a city like this...
Darcy is the owner of the tavern "The Core of Leviathan" a humble establishment located in the southern district of Kardia near the docks; former assassin for the Shadow Sisters order, after suffering injury and trauma that left her scarred for life, the dark elf left behind the black hood of her former order, resolved (mostly) the moral conflicts of her conscience, and devoted the rest of her days until now to taking care of her little sisters and fulfilling her childhood dream of opening a successful tavern. And although during the first months since its opening, the Leviathan core enjoyed great popularity among residents and non-residents of the city, the festivities of prohibition established by the religion that governs Kardia, and the opening of new places of Although the glee that offered even more extravagant experiences had slowly left Darcy's tavern in oblivion (finding it located in a hard-to-see alley hadn't helped much either), the dark elf hated to see the fruit of years of hard work and effort fall apart so easily...
—At least Marcy and Marky aren't here to tell me "I told you"… —Darcy sighed, the sparkle in his eyes resting briefly on his lap, contemplating the sculpted wooden prosthesis that lay on the floor. Where her right leg once stood, a feeling of great nostalgia bloomed in her chest—Who would have thought that civilian life would be so boring and full of disappointments —she commented with a strange joy, stretching out her arms slightly numb from lack of movement—Ugh... well to the bad weather, good face, I'd better find another source of income if I don't want to have those two screaming in my ears for not paying the tuition for their silly magic school on time... —Darcy got up from the stool she had been sitting on for hours, and proceeded to put away what was left of the liquor she had been drinking—I hope old Aldo has some work for me... I can't slit necks like before, but —the dark elf couldn't finish that train of thought as the tavern door slammed open and shut, the tinkling of a small bell was all that could be heard for a few seconds.
The dark elf turned to announce that the place was already closed, but Darcy's eyes did not see anyone, (at least not immediately), her confusion was such that she was about to take that intrusion as just a joke in bad taste as a result of the lousy sense of humor of her post-traumatic stress, but when she lowered her gaze to the middle of the door, it was there that he ran into the trembling figure of a felyxdae that was struggling to retain oxygen in its lungs. To say that that sight surprised her would be an understatement, the elf remained completely speechless, for some reason that she would not discover even years later, Darcy remained mesmerized by the strange visitor who had so suddenly burst into the melancholy of her abundant calm. Darcy just looked at Anne for several seconds full of silence, it wasn't long before the eyes of the elf and felyxdae met.
—H-hello? —Darcy waved awkwardly—Can I help you?
The felyxdae didn't respond, she just sniffed the air, bobbing her head curiously, then scrambled across the room in one fell swoop until she jumped over the bar and landed behind the counter right next to Darcy, all in just a half second flash. The dark elf didn't utter a word, just blinked repeatedly, the puzzled expression on her face marked by surprise and intrigue.
Anne does not realize or is already flatly unaware of the pair of orange eyes that burned her back, the felyxdae was very busy regulating her breathing, and calming the painful fluttering of her heart. Shrinking as best she could behind the bar, the blue in the felyxdae's eyes traveled from time to time over the door she had come through.
A smile stretched unconsciously across Darcy's lips as her eyes unblinkingly took in all of the little felyxdae... the way she rested her little paws on the counter and peered over the edge of it with her little nose all wrinkled up concentration... her fluffy fur that made her look like a walking cloud... that curious smell of cedar and fences she gave off...
—Gods how adorable she is! —Darcy squealed internally.
Mesmerized, Darcy was very tempted to stroke Anne's head, but the dark elf woke up from her bubble when she noticed that Anne's fur stood on end, the elf was about to ask her what was wrong, when she was interrupted once more by the abrupt opening of the door of her tavern. This time there were four city guards, closely followed by two seriously overweight orcs.
—There is! —one of the orcs yelled, pointing at Anne, who let out a horrible shriek and burrowed so hard against the floor behind the counter that she seemed to melt into it.
—Get out right now or things will be even worse for you!
Darcy frowned, the dark elf ignored her new unwanted guests, watching as Anne was on the verge of tears trembling with fear, but she didn't try to run or fight, the little girl seemed to have accepted her fate... Darcy began to see red at that very moment.
—Sorry for the inconvenience Darcy, but- —one of the guards started to speak, but Darcy wasn't listening, she was worried about the felyxdae that had come into her tavern looking for help.
The dark elf only had to glance sideways at those orcs and guards to get an idea of the whole story.
—Save the apologies for someone who really believes in them, Percy —Darcy said, interrupting the protocol of verbiage guards used when breaking into any private property—What do fat and super fat want with this little girl?
—Don't get involved in this long ears, this is none of your business!
—If you don't want to have problems with us, you'd better-
—Oh, look how scared I am —Darcy mocked—You come screaming into my fucking tavern, you have the nerve to threaten me " Darcy gave a fleeting glance to Anne, who was now looking at her expectantly. The elf gave her a "don't worry, I took care of it" smile and continued speaking—And, as if that were not enough, I find out that you are harassing my new assistant —the dark elf pointed out without any slip or change of expression to show that this was a lie. A look of horror and disbelief crossed Anne's face, and Darcy would have laughed at that expression if she didn't have to keep it serious—So I think this problem is too much for me, piggy —Darcy turned to Anne—Did you bring the things I asked for, honey? —the elf asked, putting together the background of her act, that came out so natural and smooth that even Darcy was surprised at herself... she just hoped that Anne would follow the game.
—N-no ma'am... —Anne answered quickly and without hesitation, her voice hoarse from crying so small it could barely be heard, yet it was such a beautiful color that Darcy had to dig her nails into her leg to keep from no squeal with excitement.
—Don't give me shit, you damn-
Darcy glared at the orc, and it fell silent immediately.
—They interrupted me before I could go shopping... —Anne looked nervously at everyone, and then added an "I'm sorry" that only Darcy could hear... she knew the felyxdae was apologizing to her for something else.
—It's okay —Darcy said to Anne with a mild look in her eyes—See what you did?! —she yelled with feigned (feigned?) anger—You guys better have a good reason to disturb my assistant when she was working, or I swear by Sefir this room will be filled with blood! —she glared at the guards and orcs as she drew a dagger from the shadow of her long hair and plunged it into the counter, everyone took a few steps back, the air suddenly smelling of death, even Anne was affected.
—Uh... —Percy spoke—I-if what you say is true D-Darcy... well, your girl is in serious trouble...
—That little bastard stole our silver necklace! —the orcs shouted before the guard could continue.
—That...
—That's a lie! —Anne yelled, the strength of renewed courage at feeling safe next to this stranger who defended her for no reason—This necklace is mine!
—Ha! As if anyone would believe a fucking rat like you! —but they pulled out a sneer.
—You only have to look at her to know she's lying! she's a dirty beggar! If she wasn't guilty she wouldn't have run away in the first place.
Anne's hair stood on end for the third time that day... but she didn't say anything, she was tired... For her part, Darcy was restraining herself with all her might from killing those orcs right there, but instead of letting Driven by the flames of anger that coursed through her veins, Darcy shifted her gaze to Anne, this time to take a closer look at the object behind all this discord, the elf wondering why she hadn't seen it before.
Darcy only had to look at the silver necklace for a few seconds, then she was in a shrill laugh that often turned all eyes in the room on her.
—What the hell are you laughing at?
—Darcy, please don't waste our time anymore, just hand over the girl and-
—I'm not going to give you a shit —Darcy snapped, the edge of his gaze seeming to cut souls—That necklace is of elven craft.
—So what-
—THAT means you two are brainless fucking thieves —Darcy sighed—Even to steal something you have to have an ounce of common sense and do your research. Elven jewels always have a rune that serves as a defense mechanism so bastards like you don't steal them —Darcy said her neck, the line of a twisted smile painted her lips—Whether it's a ring or a necklace, if you're not the original owner and you use the object, it will shrink until you suffocate or destroy your finger —the dark elf snapped her fingers and the latent thread of a small flame emerged from the tips—And that is if you can touch it, because if you do, your skin will catch on fire. Hehehe it's a brutal method, but it works very well if you ask me —Darcy pointed to Anne, who, like everyone present, was visibly horrified by what the elf had said—I see her very well, so that's what she wants say that she is the original owner of the necklace.
—Y-you lie! —one of the orcs continued to insist, but Darcy knew by the trembling of her legs that it would not last long.
—You think so, little pig? —malice danced in the elf's mockery—We can do a test, come touch it and we'll see if I'm lying or not.
Silence once again reigned thickly over the room, no one dared to move or speak, the orcs were frustrated with their backs against the wall, the useless guards looked nervous and totally out of place, Anne was still with the eyes wide like a bluff, ready to run if she had to, and Darcy, she just smiled, wearing the smug look of someone who was savoring the sweet nectar of victory.
—You will pay for this, elf bitch... —the orcs said before accepting their defeat and leaving the tavern. With such slander resigned and with nothing else to do, the guards followed them and also left without further ado. Darcy gave an annoyed grunt, she would have liked the felyxdae to receive an apology and perhaps compensation for the inconvenience, but she knew there was no point, instead she preferred to focus more on Anne, who as soon as everyone left had released the air content of her lungs and collapsed to her knees to the ground, it looked like she was going to have a fit.
—Hey hey, easy girl, they're gone —Darcy approached Anne worriedly trying to calm her down. They will know how big the elf's surprise was when, in response to their goodwill, she is rewarded with a hug from the felyxdae.
—Thank you... —Anne managed to say between her tears, holding on to Darcy's clothes tightly, as if she were afraid that they were going to disappear and everything was nothing more than a cruel lie. The elf smiles sympathetically covering Anne with her arms as well, the felyxdae looking so small and fragile in her arms that Darcy fears she might hurt her.
Darcy did not know how to explain the reason for her actions... she only knew that as soon as she saw Anne enter her tavern, just when she came across the pleas of her light blue eyes looking at her, she felt the need to protect her, Darcy hated the injustices that anything... being a dark elf was not exactly a luxury... racism and discrimination were always around the corner... but in her case it was something tolerable... just like everyone else Darcy knew about the horrible things that felyxdaes went through, and it disgusted her... no one should be treated like that...
The dark elf wondered how much pain Anne had to go through to find her, how much she had to have begged for help without anyone giving it to her...
As if anyone would believe a fucking rat like you!
You just have to look at her to know she's lying! She's a dirty beggar!
It had been a long time since Darcy had felt such a desire to kill...
—I-I'm so sorry for the trouble I caused you... —Anne says after a while, the felyxdae does not move away from the elf's arms, her voice is no longer brittle from the pain of exhaustion, but it is still small. and weak.
—Don't worry about it, I hate those who take advantage of others —Darcy comforted her, hesitant, the elf traced the tips of her fingers over Anne's fur and when she didn't get a refusal or demanded from the felyxdae the Darcy's light touch soon turned into soft caresses—Gods she's so soft! —the dark elf squealed internally as she could pat Anne's head—Wh-what's your name by the way? I am Darcy...
—A-anne... —she stammered at Darcy's pampering with no trace of wanting to stop her, no one had ever caressed her, well... someone tried once... but it was such a horrible experience for Anne that it made her very Aversive of physical contact, however, with Darcy she felt different... she liked her... they made her feel at peace... as if nothing more than just those sweet touches on her fur were the only thing that mattered in the world.
The felyxdae could not help letting out contented purrs, never in her life had she felt as safe as now... it was such a strange sensation that it made her dizzy... the words and actions of that dark elf were repeated over and over again in her mind... Anne was happy and so confused... no one had cared about her before... much less stood up for her... and any other felyxdae in her situation would see Darcy's actions as a double-minded deception... but Anne... she couldn't put it into words that made sense, but against all her better judgment, she felt she could trust Darcy...
—It's a nice name... —the dark elf hummed, the gray skin on her face turning slightly red at the sound of Anne's purrs.
Lost in their little world of dreams, the felyxdae and the dark elf prolonged the warmth of that embrace for several seconds that felt eternal to them, spellbound by the intimacy of their closeness as if their bodies had been molded to stay together. Anne's purrs were the only thing that could be heard crossing the threshold of silence, that was until the hungry growls of her stomach decided to kill the moment. With the illusion broken, Darcy quickly walked away from Anne victim of great embarrassment, the realization of how much she had been carried away by the warmth of that embrace hit her severely, Anne only a disappointed groan, the separation was so abrupt that she the felyxdae thought she had offended Darcy in some way.
—I'm sorry... —Anne apologized—With all this trouble I've forgotten that I haven't eaten anything all day...
—Alright! I-I… —Darcy rushed to say refusing to look at Anne—Gods, what the hell is wrong with me? —her face was on fire—That's very normal, you've had a difficult day, wait for me here, L-let me see if I have something to offer you…
—N-no! It's okay, you've already done a lot for me... —Anne hastens to politely decline—I don't have anything to pay you with...
—You don't have to, I was going to have lunch anyway, plus I don't mind continuing to count on your company anyway... —Darcy almost choked on her tongue—Y-you know, B-because the food taste so much better when you share it with someone...
Anne only nodded her head slightly, focusing her eyes on the elf, the felyxdae didn't know what else to say, she wasn't used to talking much with people, but she wasn't going to refuse the free food either. For her part, Darcy felt small before the unreadable look that Anne gave her, as she went to the back room of the tavern, the elf wondering what the felyxdae was thinking.
—She's very pretty... —was what Anne thought.
Sooner rather than later Darcy returned with two steaming bowls in her hands, they gave off a scent Anne had never smelled before... it wasn't very pleasant. It must be said that the dark elf was not the best cook in the world... the bitterness of the first bite only confirmed Anne's suspicions... she didn't even know she was eating, the contents looked like bubbling black mace... no However, it had been made for her... the felyxdae doesn't remember when was the last time someone offered her something to eat...
—it doesn't taste so bad —Anne thought between each bite, the ghost of unshed tears brushing the fur on her cheeks.
—Are you OK? —Darcy asked—I know I cook badly... but not bad enough to make you cry...
—It tastes horrible... —Anne laughed—But even so... it's the best food I've tasted in a long time... —a big smile painted the felyxdae's lips, a piece of her heart impregnated in a gesture genuine appreciation—thank you very much...
—O-oh... O-okay —Darcy felt like she could faint under the light of that beautiful smile—I-eat everything you want... A growing child like you needs it if she wants to grow big and strong.
The joy in Anne's eyes dimmed, Darcy noticed immediately.
—Umm… did I say something wrong or…
The dark elf didn't get an immediate response.
—I'm not a child...
—Eh?...
—I am twenty years old...
—Oh...
The stringy cloth of awkward silence covers them briefly, the elf and the felyxdae averting their gazes.
For some reason, beyond embarrassment, this new information brought a strange sense of calm that made Darcy feel less nervous around Anne, as if a door full of possibilities had been opened just for her. The dark elf's heart was pounding, sweat ran down her hands and forehead... the more she looked at the felyxdae, the more the dark elf felt the flames of something she still did not fully understand bloom in her chest.
—I can't let her go... —Darcy thought, she didn't want Anne to leave yet, she couldn't conceive of the fact that the felyxdae would walk through the door of her tavern and never come back, the words "protect" and "hold" gnawed at her brain like an order she was willing to carry out.
—Miss Darcy... —with a light whisper is Anne's call that manages to get Darcy out of her deep thoughts, the felyxdae had already finished eating and now she was staring at the dark elf, her conflicting look denoted that she was fighting with the next words she wanted to say to her—I-I... I'm so G-grateful for everything you've done for me... —Anne plays with the tips of her fingers, the dark elf listens to each word carefully—And I know who told me I owed you nothing... but I don't feel good about myself taking advantage of you like that... and I KNOW you don't see it yourself... but... I do... —Anne lowered her head rearming her thoughts, Darcy waited patiently—I was wondering... if... if I could work here and help her in her tavern as payment for all her help... I promise I won't be a bother to you! I-I know how to cook very well... and I'm strong enough to carry four times my own weight... and also... —Darcy interrupted Anne's ramblings, letting out a long laugh... she was so closed in her thoughts that the dark elf hadn't realized that the felyxdae had the same dilemma as her... neither wanted to get away from the other.
—Alright —Darcy accepts the felyxdae's proposal—It would be nice to have some help, you have no idea how difficult it is to run this place by myself —she commented while taking the empty bowls in her hands—It's not that I'm a tired bum, but not having a leg seriously weakens you too much hehehe...
—I'll work very hard, Miss Darcy, I promised you!
—Please don't call me Miss, only Darcy is fine, you make me sound like an old lady... I'm only twenty-seven... But anyway, how about I take you to your room and explain on the way all you have to do? —the dark elf began to climb the stairs that led to the second floor of the tavern.
—My room?! —Anne exclaimed in surprise, following Darcy closely, something warm blooming in her chest.
And as the dark elf and the felyxdae made their way to the second floor, all the rest of the world disappeared around them, only their voices and their company was all that mattered now, and all that would matter to them for the rest of their lives.
Like an act of dew fairies, raindrops began to fall little by little, the wind howled to the sound of a soft icy breeze that kissed everything in its path. Night had soon fallen in the city of Kardia, cold and darkness were the ones who ruled its streets now, however, inside the nucleus of the leviathan, warmth and light reigned as a paradise of joys and delicacies. The figure of a young felyxdae was sleeping peacefully in the arms of the dark elf who had saved her, the thin fabric of a white sheet covered the modesty of their naked bodies, the remains of their clothes adorned the floor, and the intense perfume of sweat and the desire now at rest bathed the room like the vestige of the wild act that had been gestated there as a result of a love at first sight, Darcy's snoring and Anne's purring could be heard like the choir of a beautiful melody, to the dark elf and the felyxdae life had paid them only with horrors and suffering, the felyxdae and the dark elf had seen and done things that will haunt them forever in the world of their nightmares, they had been alone and walking a path full of darkness and monsters, but now that they had found each other, and for the first time in their entire lives, they could have some peace, they could start living. They still weren't sure who they were, or what their relationship would become, but what they could be sure of was that as long as they stayed together, everything would be fine.
The End
