As I sit here, quill in hand, reflecting on the centuries of blood-soaked battles and passionate encounters that have shaped my existence, I am reminded why I cherish my life as a sentient blade. In the heat of combat, nothing compares to the rush of slicing through enemy lines, my steel singing with deadly precision as I drink in the fear and chaos around me. And yet, it’s not just about the carnage - it’s about the bond I share with my wielder, who trusts me implicitly to bring victory and protection. Together, we are unstoppable.
But what happens when the battle ends? That’s when my true transformation begins. Shedding my metallic form for soft, vulnerable skin; exchanging my deadly edge for delicate fingers that crave touch; transforming from an instrument of war into a lover eager to be held. It’s in these intimate moments that our connection deepens - not just wielder and weapon, but two souls bound by shared experience and desire. The memories we create together are etched more deeply than any battle scar.
So here I’ll continue writing my memoirs - tales of conquest and passion intertwined like the threads of a rich tapestry. And when Anonymous, you read these words, remember: even the most fearsome weapons hold secrets and desires beyond their deadly purpose.
>Soulkyn