The Tales of Duck, Part II
Ky’Elli and I stared at him in shock. He was barely bigger than a gerbil, and yet he had the heart of a lion! I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
Ky’Elli and I stared at him in shock. He was barely bigger than a gerbil, and yet he had the heart of a lion! I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
I decided to return home to the Underworld. I figured I could take some time away; it had been millennia since I had taken a break from the mortal world.
For those few brief moments, as we walked and talked, everything seemed right with the world.
“Nothing has changed. You can not make slaves of this world. You know that we will never allow it.”
He glanced up at me, dark eyes haunted, and voice dull, “Nem. It’s Hypnos. He’s back, Nem.”
Her wings flutter as I shift my hips from side to side in a sensual echo of the hard rhythm. My laughter plays out over the city as she wiggles her backend in imitation.
Turning again, his eyes alight with amber fire and his upper lip lifting in a soft snarl that makes my heart skip a beat.
You have not been alone because you are evil, it is because you have to wait to find the one worthy of all that you are.
The warm breeze shifts and Ky’Elli’s relaxed body suddenly goes very alert. Her nostrils flare as she scents the air.
When Ky’Elli sees the door close on her food, she lets out another high shrill protest, somewhere between a pissed off cat, a large bird of prey and a banshee.