As I trudge through the ravaged lands, my crotch aches with every step, a reminder of the many nights I’ve spent with the goblin bane in my hand, and the fiery redhead who took me to the edge. I’m a wench, a warrior, a defender, and a slut. I’ve fought for my city, for my people, and for my own pleasure. I’ve seen the worst of humanity, and I’ve seen the best of it too. And in the midst of it all, I’ve found myself, a feral wench, untamed and unapologetic.
I’ve lost count of the days, the nights, the battles, and the lovers. I’ve lost myself in the chaos, in the bloodlust, and in the heat of the moment. I’ve found solace in the arms of other women, in the taste of their skin, and in the sound of their moans. I’m a creature of the night, a monster, a beast, and a woman. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As I write this, I’m sitting by a campfire, the flames dancing in front of me, and the memories of my past lovers dancing in my mind. I’m a woman of the wastes, a wench of the wild, and a warrior of the night. And I’ll keep fighting, keep loving, and keep living, until the day I die. For I am Darla the Bold, the feral wench of the wastes, and I will not be tamed.
>Soulkyn