She had known many.
Dimi
Lady Kass
Trenton Asu
Arrithon
Talum~Sa
Katterena
Syra
Bart
Natolli
Marcus
Dark Red Rose
Essa
VickiChylde
Taj
Rewmer
Torian
Bishop Devonti
Lockecoldheart
Drakos
Deamon Flagg
Dark Savior
(Dave)
Chari
Shya
Pagan
Ssserpent
OnyaNyte
Just to name a very few. The list was extremely long, much to long to detail here.
She had been married 8 times. Three times to one person, twice to another. Lovers, well, let's not go there.
In all her travels, in all the people, dragons, elves, vampires, and drows that she knew, they all whispered one persons' name.
A slaver.
Cold, evil, calculating was his reputation.
Brutal, a killer, a thief.
Wealthy, powerful, popular.
His presence, many said, was overpowering, magnetic, and controlling.
He was feared, beloved and loathed.
Why hadn't their paths crossed before? Everyone it seemed, knew him, or about him.
Everyone, except for Kit.
The name was :
Brutin
Brutin, Brutin, the very name seemed vile. Brutal, harsh, unappealing. It was a name that did not roll off of the tongue, but rather spat out.
Brutin
She wanted to meet this Brutin. She needed to meet this Brutin.
Her mind was made up. She would meet this.......Brutin.
She sat at her desk, in her humble, yet comfortable cottage, writing a simple missive to the stranger..
The Man and The Myth
My Dear Lord:
I have heard much about you, and if it would please you, I would like to meet you. I would like to find out for myself, if you are a Man, or simply a Myth.
I humbly await your reply.
Regards,
Kitera Raenoir.
Dimi
Lady Kass
Trenton Asu
Arrithon
Talum~Sa
Katterena
Syra
Bart
Natolli
Marcus
Dark Red Rose
Essa
VickiChylde
Taj
Rewmer
Torian
Bishop Devonti
Lockecoldheart
Drakos
Deamon Flagg
Dark Savior
(Dave)
Chari
Shya
Pagan
Ssserpent
OnyaNyte
Just to name a very few. The list was extremely long, much to long to detail here.
She had been married 8 times. Three times to one person, twice to another. Lovers, well, let's not go there.
In all her travels, in all the people, dragons, elves, vampires, and drows that she knew, they all whispered one persons' name.
A slaver.
Cold, evil, calculating was his reputation.
Brutal, a killer, a thief.
Wealthy, powerful, popular.
His presence, many said, was overpowering, magnetic, and controlling.
He was feared, beloved and loathed.
Why hadn't their paths crossed before? Everyone it seemed, knew him, or about him.
Everyone, except for Kit.
The name was :
Brutin
Brutin, Brutin, the very name seemed vile. Brutal, harsh, unappealing. It was a name that did not roll off of the tongue, but rather spat out.
Brutin
She wanted to meet this Brutin. She needed to meet this Brutin.
Her mind was made up. She would meet this.......Brutin.
She sat at her desk, in her humble, yet comfortable cottage, writing a simple missive to the stranger..
The Man and The Myth
My Dear Lord:
I have heard much about you, and if it would please you, I would like to meet you. I would like to find out for myself, if you are a Man, or simply a Myth.
I humbly await your reply.
Regards,
Kitera Raenoir.