About The Storm Yet To Come, a Storm-Catcher's Chain story

by Gabriel West
31 pages / 7900 words
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The planet of Mathai is just as deadly as the Maa'rish warriors who live across its surface. Storm, a Sarish hunter, has tracked his prey, the warrior who saved his life, to a small town in the midst of a sweltering desert. However, Storm doesn't know what's waiting for him when he finally springs his trap. Will he survive the encounter?

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He let the tip of his sharp-tipped tongue scrape across his lips. Such temptation these warriors offered him; he had to cut through the haze of the warrior's emotions to connect with the warrior's mind. You are not the one I seek. Go, and find one that will soothe your need, ra'dath. The warrior gave him a throaty purr as they parted ways.

The red adobe buildings lining the street housed their own unique menagerie of minds. Every mind he passed was free to bombard his mental shielding with their stray thoughts and vivid emotions. There was a warrior close at hand that was in desperate need of a dominant partner to soothe him. There was a mewling, just across the street, who was worried that someone would find out he was the one that chipped the clan sword in his play.

Maa'rish were not psychic, so they had no idea how to shield their minds or restrain their thoughts. Their thoughts were the sea that filled the desert sands; so different from the nothingness he'd known in the wastes. He had to adjust, just as he had to adjust to the mental voices of the nomads, and the oasis-city before them.

Storm stopped for a few moments to accept the glass of water a Maa'rish offered him. The warrior bore no stripes across his dark brown skin. His lack of stripes marked him as a tranquilizer for his people. He was curious about the lines that covered Storm's skin but he was not afraid of them.

"Have you a place to stay, stranger? The night threatens to be a cold one."

I hope I will.