The evergreen Deep Pockets

Deep Pockets

Life, Identity

1315B.C.W
1275B.C.W

He could have simply died, you know, perished along with his pride. But, he'd promised her.   Vowed to return to Colèo, claim her hand as his own. To devour all that stood before them! His tongue felt dry, coarse with thirst. Yet Colèo's fire had not left him. Yes, Iulian don Rucirè had long since fallen, but Mâric don Ua'Soarelia, he could change something.   "For be they Hyyl or Ashborn. Nothing escapes the allure of apand and nel."


For a poor merchant living off the blood of mere fenbayân, no amount of Ynellian blood would keep Iulian from aging. From withering away in the eyes of his beloved. Like most at the time, he'd never received a proper blooding ritual. He was without power, broke and penniless, chased out, like a dog from his own homeland.   He could have simply died, you know, perished along with his pride. But, he'd promised her.   Vowed to return to Colèo, claim her hand as his own. To devour all that stood before them! His tongue felt dry, coarse with thirst. Yet Colèo's fire had not left him. Yes, Iulian don Rucirè had long since fallen, but Mâric don Ua'Soarelia, he could change something.   "For be they Hyyl or Ynellian. Nothing escapes the allure of apand and nel."

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