But, I believed it was my acceptance and demands of her body that had brought her to this.Opening the door she stepped in and turned to look into my e...es. My hand found her shoulder and the gentle push brought her to her knees. Her movements were known and rehearsed and she worshiped me with her oral ministrations. My hands intertwined in her blond trusses and she bobbed and pulled me deeper in her cavity.She wanted to continue which was not in my plan. There were more issues to deal with that. "What is your name master bow maker?" I asked."I am Iain mac Donald my Lord." He replied, slightly nervously.I warmed to the sound of my own surname from my time and sat to discuss my requirements with him."I want you to fashion me a bow Ian mac Donald. It will be no ordinary bow however, not one such as that you are currently making. This bow will be two yards in length and must be made from the wood of the Yew tree." But my Lord, that would make the bow taller than a man, well most men. ~-----The stone cold surface of the ancient brick wall sent chills through Azrael's skin, and as the blur of sounds and motions around him spun his mind in circles, he secretly begged for the strength to remain conscious. The pain in his torn and ravashed body agonized him, and yet, so deeply he knew just how terrible things would become if he let himself pass out... Why post-pone the inevitable? All though he under-took such torments periodically, there are certain things you never can never. As for the rest of us, we fled for days and hoped that we were notfollowed as we escaped. Most of the men were barely whelps, just like Iwas, and had never before experienced people dying in front of them. Themen that had died had been our friends and we mourned them while wehastily retreated back to the capitol to join the main army.As luck would have it, we were discovered by a scouting patrol sent outby the enemy and since we did not travel by horse, we were caught upwith. The battle was.