Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Crystal foam sprays into the air from high above and cascades down from the gleaming rocks, the roar of the waterfall drowning out the distant cry of eagles and the howling of wolves. The waterfall cut a deep groove in the rock above, falling in a lazy arc into a foaming pool in the center of the clearing below, where two homeless and hungry elves lay naked on each other in his arms.

Drusala hugged her lover tightly, enjoying the contact of her lover's skin against hers. The two elves have slender limbs and elegant manners, and their movements appear lazy and soft.

Darkus was lying on the rock with his legs crossed, one arm behind his head, while Drusala leaned against him, enjoying the early morning time, and the sun's rays fell on the trees like molten gold. On the tip. Flashes of green light flitted through the trees, jumping like fireflies on the churning water, dancing joyfully through the air.

"I like it here..." Drusala whispered, wrapping an arm around Darkus's chest.

"Yes, I like it here too. There is a magical power here that can make me forget all my worries."

"I really want time to stay at this moment forever." Drusala smiled, leaning down to kiss her lover's chest.

The second half that cannot be described in words begins again, and finally they lie side by side again. The songs in the distant woods are blown by the cold wind from the north. The sun gradually rises into the sky over time. The warm sunlight shines into the forest glade, casting a velvety light on the soft and fragrant fallen leaves and grass. The coldness Keus felt in the forest disappeared, and the fine mist brought a pleasant coolness to the air.

Wild bright flowers of red and yellow bloomed on the edge of the rock, filling the air with an incredible fragrance that soothed Darkus's restless heart and gave him an indescribable sense of tranquility. Birds with bright plumage nest in the trees, and the ubiquitous birds dart between tree trunks, chase each other in the shallows of the pool, or play in the foam of the waterfall.

"This is incredible..." Dacus gasped, intoxicated by the otherworldly beauty.

Drusala ran her hands over Darkus' smooth, hairless chest, played with Darkus' long wet black hair, and leaned forward to kiss Darkus' chin. To her, Darkus's features were hard and angular, as if they were carved from stone. She could feel that there was a tenderness in Darkus's black pupils that most elves ignored. Although Darkus acted very sinister and arrogant, she knew that it was not the case. Maybe it was just like those who had never seen Darkus. As Nagaroth Druch said, generous and kind.

Even when she was resting, Drusala could sense Darkus' hidden restlessness, a restlessness that no matter what she did she could not completely eliminate. As a lover, she gave tenderly, even though she knew there was a part of Darkus that she had not yet reached, and could never reach.

"At the dinner last night, I could feel that she didn't seem very happy."

"She doesn't seem to like it here. This place reminds her of her childhood." Darkus ran a hand through Drusala's shiny black hair and kissed the top of Drusala's head. He smiled. said.

"Yes, dear, you were talking to the ruler at the time, and you may not have noticed her actions. When she picked up the Aylingo, there were some subtle changes in her expression."

"She should have told you before that she comes from the Kingdom of Palaon in Bretonnia, which is very close to Athel Loren." At the end of his sentence, Darkus waved his hand casually in the sky.

Drusala sighed, stretched out her hand and stroked Darkus' forehead, kissed the tight lines of Darkus' chin, combed Darkus' hair with her hands, and slowly used gentle caresses and feather-like kisses to teasing her lover.

"I asked her about it after dinner and she said the scarlet pear-shaped fruit brought back memories for her. She said she was taught as a child never to accept food or wine from strangers, Bretonnia's Legends are filled with songs about unfortunate people who drank fairy wine or ate fairy food and were driven mad by various bizarre and hallucinogenic experiences, and some even simply disappeared.”

Darkus thought of something. In the year 1336 of the Imperial Calendar, a Duke of the Kingdom of Quinalis disappeared on the night of the Spring Equinox. It was rumored that the Duke was kidnapped by a ghost hunter who appeared in the sky at certain nights. After leaving, there are also rumors that the Duke followed the mysterious light into the Athel Loren Forest.

However, the matter did not end here. At the spring equinox in 2336 of the Imperial Calendar, exactly one thousand years later, a human male walked out of the Athel Loren Forest. The man claimed that he was from the Kingdom of Quinaris. Duke, but over the next few hours the man rapidly aged and subsequently died.

Perhaps Darkus will meet this Duke after he goes to Athel Loren? The folk of Bretonnia are full of various legends, especially about children. It feels like the rule of the north and the south. The prophetesses of the Lake Goddess will wander among the people, taking away children with magical talents, and training boys. He became the son of Bretonnia, but the success rate was not high, and the girl was trained to become a prophetess.

In addition to the Kingdom of Carcassonne in the south, the Kingdoms of Palaon and Quinaris belong to Aslay. They need some children with magical talents to serve as servants to serve them. The appearance and height of the children will be fixed at that age and will never change. will grow up. In the magical forest, these children can live for a long time, so long that they exceed the basic human life span. However, the children's minds have also been frozen and become mechanized, just like smart home robots.

From Darkus' point of view, it feels like shooting a flower, but the world is so fucked up. These kinds of things may be a good solution. After all, human beings have magical talents but do not have correct guidance. It's very dangerous, ranging from being stupid at least to turning into a chaos egg at worst.

"One of her playmates suddenly shared the fruit with her one day. She refused, but her playmate still ate the fruit, and eventually her playmate disappeared. She said it felt like Her playmates never appeared, her memories are all false, and no one around her remembers them except her, including her playmates’ parents.”

"There should be a Spellweaver who erased the memories of people related to her playmates." Darkus sighed. At this moment, he felt that the world was really fucked up, but he seemed to be in no position to criticize. Because he hasn’t done anything good, and with the adjustments and changes in policies...

"should be."

"Shh... let's not ruin this morning. It's too beautiful to be described in words." Darkus put his finger in front of his mouth and whispered.

"Honey, what about me?"

"You are too beautiful to be described in words." Darkus turned his head and held Drusala's face, looked at Drusala's obsidian pupils, and admired the elegant and soft shape of Drusala's chin. Curve, he smiled and repeated what he just said.

"You're too perfunctory." Drusala acted coquettishly towards Darkus with a look of shame and anger. After a moment, she rested her head on Darkus's chest, "I know what they think of me, but when I When I'm with you... I feel a sense of peace, a sense of peace within me, and I hope this feeling stays."

"I know, I know." Darkus hugged Drusala tightly and whispered.

Let’s start with the younger ones. Who knows if they will be...