MorwenTivele

There was darkness, there was peace. A kiss. One that feels like an ocean that is stirring somewhere deep inside her soul. A hand. Trailing over her body, stating with her neck, and slowly going down. Her breasts, her waist and her thigh, pulling her leg around his body. A voice. One that speaks of desire, of passion and of love. Deep as thunder, gentle as feather. Her gray skin intertwined with light brown of his body. His dark red hair falling over his face as he looked at her with those black eyes. “Naeth” she whispered. Something crept in, something dark, scaly and corrupted. The beautiful face replaced by a beast with horns. The kiss ...

With a big pile of books around her, Neelah was going through jet another book with ancient Sith symbolism. She could still see her dream vividly in her mind. He was there, as he always was, whispering into her ear of the true way of the force, of her destiny. This time he appeared as a human, with long red hair and a black robe that looked as if it was shadow itself. Taking her by her hand, he guided her through the mists of the dream, eventually coming to a clearing. They were in some kind of temple and there was someone lying on the floor, as she looked closely she could see there were rivers of blood flowing from his body and slowly th...