365 Days of Drabbles, Day One Hundred Sixty

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For ankewehner: “Mist rising from the valleys”

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“Is it not beautiful, Lord Tez?” his concubine whispered, as they watched the fog rise up from the slopes of the valleys.

“Quite beautiful,” he agreed, leaning back on their couch, sipping a cup of wine. “Thank you for arranging it for me.”

She lay beside him, nibbling the tip of his ear in a most delightful way. “I knew it would please you. It was a troublesome place.”

“Yes, indeed. Far too many discontented villagers.” He leaned forward. From the valley below he could hear the last of the screams as the poisoned mist reached for the rising sun.

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Tez being a bastard never gets old.

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[ankewehner.livejournal.com]

Wow. That's unexpected