Author: CadenceofGold

Cadence of Dawn [MF] [Fantasy] [Fiction]

***Cadence of Dawn***

The shadows of night were beginning to wane. Firelight lit up the trees around the moving bodies in the brush. Hips rocked, hands roamed, lips kissed and sucked on skin as the soft sounds of two people meeting in intimacy echoed around the forest. Soft breaths, gentle moans and sighs, a cry of ecstasy and then all was still and silent. The fire licked and cracked at the air gently, as silence fell. With a slow movement she rose off him, standing and wrapping her shroud around her body, slender and firm, pale skin lit by the fire. As she approached the fire, angular features and pointed ears were lit up in the light, casting the shadows away from her expression, a soft blush covering her face. Brushing strands of fiery red hair from her face and behind pointed ears, the elven woman dropped down to her knees in front of the licking flame and held her hands towards it. Rubbing them together, she drew he shawl closer to hide her breasts beneath its sheer fabric. “The sun is rising, *penaal*.” Read more »

Cadence of Noon [MF] [Fiction] [High Fantasy]

The sun was high in the sky over the peninsular city of Trost. The granite white walls of stone surrounding the grandest bazaar market in the human kingdoms, protecting it from the shoreline just beyond. The city streets hustled and bustled with people going from shop top shop, returning from their sprees with spoils they had not expected. Hundreds of inns packed to the max capacity.

Guard patrols, as such on the during the great bazaar’s stay in the city, an annual festival of mercantilism across the kingdoms of humanity on Avalon, were doubled, patrolling the streets and keeping their eyes peeled for thieves and troublemakers. Still, amongst all the busyness, there was merriment, as when coin purses jingled that drew more than just shrewd merchants and petty thieves.

Bards of all kinds, traveling troupes, circus performers, dancers of all styles, were peddling their services alongside the street merchants, dancing and singing and playing instruments and performing daring feats for a share of the coin that was being tossed around.

But one bard had his own agenda. Read more »

Cadence of Dusk [MF] [Fiction]

The darkness of twilight had just begun to settle beyond the horizon of the western sky. Abigail Livermorny rested her shoulder against the doorway to her chambers, watching the oranges and yellows fade to pinks and blues in the evening sky. The castle walls nowhere near tall enough from her tower to obscure such a majestic view. The evening breeze, warm and smelling of heather brushed the sheer veil of her robe against her legs. The robe did nothing to protect her fit form from the breeze, and the feeling drew a sigh from her lips.

She was waiting. Patience had never been a virtue for Abigail. Despite how little she spoke, she was a brash girl, impatient, and needy. But she was the quiet daughter, or so she made the courts think. Lord Livermorny proudly displayed her at parties and then let her retire to her tower whenever she wished. She never mingled. She was not the one to make alliances like her sisters or brothers had been. Simply a piece to show the other lords and ladies that even the duchy had beautiful daughters still left for marriage. Not a single suitor would remain when their courtship faltered. Not a single man could stand to be around a woman who did not speak to them. Read more »