BlackManaBurning

In a distant land far, far beyond the Sunshine Pastures and the Forest of No Return, was a harsh territory known as the Dragonrealm. A domain of fearsome, scaly beasts, the Dragonrealm was ruled by creatures capable of dwarfing mammoths with their gargantuan size. In numbers so great they blotted out the sun on their daily circuit travels among the nearby empires, these mighty creatures terrorized the lands with their indomitable magic and might. They ravaged countryside farms for their sumptuous cattle, laid claim to vast hordes of glittering treasures, and spirited away fair damsels offered in the vain hope their sacrifice might for a time

A/N: Blackmambauk: Hi everyone, we are finally here with Peace Sells But Who’s buying. Nearly a year after the first chapter of Roanapur Connection was released. Apologies for the length of time it’s taken for it to come out. Early versions done either didn't convey what was needed or feel like it flowed or did justice to the characters in question. To which I take full responsibility for as I feel i didn't outline stuff clearly to the commissioners chosen, who worked off what I gave them or what they interpreted from it. Along with my own attempts failing due to writers block on my part for months when it came to this chapter,  

The sweet aromas of sugar and butter flavor the air. High white ceilings and an almost inconveniently spacious hotel suite, tastefully decorated with modern furnishings in shades of black, white, and beige, make pointedly obvious the clashing neon and ultraviolet colors often used in the Halloween decorations currently placed throughout the room. "Hurry—the party is starting soon," Zilpha croons. She flits around the fully stocked kitchen in a huge black wig and gravity-defying low-cut, slitted black dress that're instantly recognizable to anyone who's ever come across a late-night horror film. The scents of baked goods clings to Zilp

Dawn Any decent Shadow’s work begins at daybreak, following the form of “Master” to which it is tied. With the dawn I revive from my feinted slumber like clockwork, reacting to the sensation of sunlight bearing down. My body boils down to form, each shadow cell destructing just as yours did in our mother’s womb. Though I am barely a whisper as you let loose a raging cascade of noise, we are a perfect match; thrust into this world of light and meant to be together forever. Morning Some might think me a pest by mimicking your actions, friend, as perfectly as I do. A silent guardian, a petite angel bounding along light