Koushoku-jin

Daily life was difficult for the wildlife of the tremendous, green, and yet blazing, Salterens’ deep desert. Water’s scarcity led fangdogs to drink at the only remaining place: the Red Moutain’s feet, one of the highest heft in OtherWorld. Evidently, t’silsworms were never afar and blew lethal eggs in every hot-blood being crossing their way, on condition that they weren’t swallowed by sandworms first.
The Red Moutain. Officially, Mul Mar Tag Kullog, “That, it’s a mountain, dork!”, literally.
This out of the ordinary name came from a linguistic misunderstanding between natives and a so not mouth-watering spellweaver explorer, centuries ago.
The sinewy winds at its base made it nearly impossible to find before one got nose to nose with the wall face… Unless one knew in advance where to search.
At three hundred or so meters from the mountain, an inner circle of beings that had nothing to do with the local fauna materialized: a spellweaver coup

You think you're her everything
Her knight in shining armor
You go to sweep her off her feet
As she pulls the rug out from under you
The vixen lurks inside
To bring you to your knees
Believe what you want but I know better
Your true love is curable
Don't let this notch in your bedpost
Tarnish your heart of gold
You know better than to doubt your instincts
Your gut is wiser than your heart
I used to believe in love
Until you showed me passion is thinly veiled misery
Your fantasies have become more tangible
Than your life
I see through the ruse of a fake you and a friend
That's made you everything you're not
You gave her your moon and stars
But she wanted the heart and soul of someone else
Never believe a word you hear from the angel
With the soul of a succubus
You know better than to doubt your instincts
Your gut is wiser than your heart
I used to believe in love
Until you showed me passion is thinly veiled misery

Will you set me free
or will I have to break these chains myself?
Will you let me be
Or do I have to disappear before you notice something's wrong?
A day late and a dollar short to claim what you hold dear
Or am I not worth it?
I'm better off on my own
Than living alone
In this so-called 'home'
Sometimes the hard truth is better than cushioned lies
You've become so scared
Of everyday life that you won't let me live it
Can I be myself
Or are you scared of who you brought me up to be?
Am I not worth it?
I'm better off on my own
Than living alone
In this so-called 'home'
Sometimes the hard truth is better than cushioned lies
The road ahead is uncertain
But I'm sure we'll be fine (Just remember)
The tighter you clence your fist
The more sand slips through your fingers.
I'm better off on my own
Than living alone
In this so-called 'home'
Sometimes the hard truth is better than cushioned lies