The Kindred waited, embraced by the shadows. Her eyes glinted hues of brown and green in the twilight. She waited for the one who made her. She waited for his mind to touch hers. Memories flooded over her of the nights spent in ageless passion with this man. Lovemaking on the soft forest floor as they journeyed south. Sweet pine scents surrounded them as, together they reached the heights of emotion and love that only many lifetimes spent together can allow. Their minds connected, their bodies connected, their souls merged. 

And when the ritual of blood was part of their passion, the intensity of the moment shifted. The taste of his blood filled her mouth, as she bit into the skin of his neck, to reach that pulsing vein. She swallowed deeply the thick hot fluid which had given her immortality. She shivered in remembrance, and drew her cloak around her to ward off the nights chill. Although she did not feel the cold, mortal habits lasted many lifetimes. 

Once again she closed her eyes.....letting the images of her memories sweep her away. She remembered, when he took her, that the most delicious part of the kindred joining, was the moment at which his teeth punctured her breast. 
She touched the mark over her heart with reverence and love.

She could feel the skin open beneath the pressure of his teeth, and with that moment, her soul escaped to merge and touch once again with his. The cosmos opened in that single stroke of time and all knowledge was revealed as he would lock his lips over the opened skin of her breast and begin to draw her blood into his mouth. She smiled at the memory of feeling her blood leave her body, joining with his and the ages of Kindred bred into each of them. He would release a deep , low growl at the moment her blood filled his mouth. He would draw it in deeply, all the while keeping his arms tightly around her. At times, he would fill his hunger slowly and gently, touching her delicately. At others, the beast overtook him and he would rip at her skin with his fangs, cutting into her breast almost savagely. 

No matter his embraced of her, her passion pounded in her head, her body swept away with his need of her. 

The Kindred smiled in the shadowed night, her fangs glinting white and sharp. In these lifetimes of uncertainty, in this age of chaos, she knew one thing for certain. And only one thing. That she belonged to him. She had been his many lives ago and the bond that locked their souls together grew stronger with each existence.
And just as strong....she held him too. He was hers. Her sire, her lover, her friend. She had perfect clarity with him. He knew the every nuance of her soul. She had but to whisper "i need you" and his very being responded completely and without hesitation. Never had he denied her. Never did he speak harshly to her. 
She knew he cherished her, honored her, loved her. 

Their souls, forever joined in this immortal dance, held fast to each other. Savoring the rightness of their kindredship, they journeyed together through Time's experience. 

Copyright 2002 - V. Drake

Views: 31

Important (read & understand)

How to Contact us:Preferred Contact point

Skype: Travelingraggyman


Email and Instant Messenger:

TravelerinBDFSM @ aol/aim;  hotmail;; live & yahoo


Travelingraggyman @ gmail and icq ***


Find us on Google+

Please vote for Our Site. You can vote once a day. Thank you for your support. just click on the badge below


10,000 votes - Platinum Award
5,000 votes - Gold Award
2,500 votes - Silver Award
1,000 votes - Bronze Award
300 votes - Pewter Award
100 votes - Copper Award

Member of the Associated  Posting System {APS}

This allows members on various sites to share information between sites and by providing a by line with the original source it credits the author with the creation.

Legal Disclaimer

***************We here at Traveling within the World are not responsible for anything posted by individual members. While the actions of one member do not reflect the intentions of the entire social network or the Network Creator, we do ask that you use good judgment when posting. If something is considered to be inappropriate it will be removed


This site is strictly an artist operational fan publication, no copyright infringement intended

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.


Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries.


Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.

As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.

We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.

Specializing in Medieval, Goth , Stage Film, BDFSM and Practitioner.

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.

Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"

A deceitful query!! This is not a yes or no question. One must have a damn good understanding of European history (at least) from the fall of Rome to the mid-1600's to properly answer. Taking into account, also, the culture in which the querent is dressed is vitally important. You see, though it may be well within medieval period, it would be strange to see a Viking wearing a Caftan...or is it?

After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...

Traveling Within The World is meant to be such a place. A place for all of these artists to keep in touch and directly interact with their fellow geeks and re-enactment hobbyists, their clientele.

© 2023   Created by Rev. Allen M. Drago ~ Traveler.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service