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I have updated my fanfic "The Chinese Dragon". Two Chaps on and already 42 Reviews!! Whoooohoooo!!!!! I'm soooo happy!!!
I love you all who have Reviewed to pieces!! And even those who didn't Review but read my fic. ^^ LOVE YOU!!! *gives cookies*

	Orphée for Psychicdreams A fanart made for the wonderfull PsychicDreams and her magnificent fanfic "Un Gemito Dell'estinto". It's the picture I had of Orphée, one of my favorite Original Characters, when I first read the fic. Yay for PsychicDreams
	Orphee Final version of Orphee. Made for Psychicdreams's fanfic "Un Gemito Dell' Estinto". I worked closely with the autor to avoid as much differences between the picture of the Character in her head as possible. Sadly I don't think I made her wonderful character justice.;-;
	Orphee without aura Same as the one with aura. I don't think I did her Orphee justice...T.T

They had taken his robes away and given him tattered remains of what might once have been clothes. He had lost his glasses leaving him half blind and vulnerable. He wasn't that bad sighted that he couldn't escape, but it would make it so much more difficult.

He could barely feel his bare feet, raw from the long walk they had been subjected to. His wrists and ankles swollen and bruised from the handcuffs put around them.

They hadn't beaten him, not yet, saying they didn't want to alter the beauty that was his pale skin, but they didn't need to. He stumbled quite often not really seeing where he was going. Every time he fell, adding one more bruise to his body, they would get angry at him. His physique would earn them quite some golden coins, more so if they managed to sell him at the imperial palace, and they didn't want to jeopardize that.

 

He hated them.

 

The slave sellers that had 'rescued' him after his ship had sunk.

Once he had known what they where and what they intended to do to him he had tried to escape, he had fought for his liberty like any good Gryffindor should. But without his staff it had been useless.

His staff, his precious staff that he had worked so hard to obtain, had been lost to the depths of the sea and there was nothing that he could do.

Just like he could do nothing more than struggle weakly during his capture.

He didn't dare use his Magic without the focus his staff provided. It was too dangerous as much to him than to his captors.

But he would be free again, as sure as his name was Haryon.

He just had to wait for the right moment and then...

He just hopped the right moment would arrive before the little strength he had left abandoned him.

 

He didn't know how many days, weeks or months had passed since his capture.

The slave traders had led him through many villages where he had at first always tried to escape, but he was heavily guarded and the chance to escape didn't come. Now he didn't have any strength left.

Even if he hadn't been so heavily supervised he wouldn't have been able to escape.

His whole body throbbed.

It had been reduced by malnutrition and an exhausting journey with his injuries to a quivering mass of exhausted flesh.

He didn't even care for his liberty anymore; all he wanted was a bed, a bath and a meal.

If he had to be a slave to get it he didn't care if he was one. Once, he would have been ashamed to even think like that, to give up, but now he was barely human.

He could see a big city in the distance and he fervently hopped that they would make a halt in this city for a few days and that he would hopefully get a spare blanket or at least some hay to sleep in. Winter was approaching, and even if the days where getting dryer with the end of the rain season they where also getting colder.

 

When they finally entered the city through the enormous gate in the wall surrounding the city his eyes became incredibly big.

Even starved and weakened he was fascinated by the beauty of Xi'an, the Capital of the kingdom. When he had seen the city from afar he wouldn't have guessed that it was the capital, it looked much more like a fortress, but inside the high granite walls was hidden a world of beauty.

Xi'an the political but also cultural capital was something he had only heard of in tales.

All the houses where made of wood painted exquisitively with blue, green and red. The roofs seemed to be made of jewels; they gleamed beautifully under the sun. Many delicious smell where floating through the air, great torture for his starving body. The street was made of grey bricks. Everything looked clean, everyone looked healthy...

He noticed a lot of people starring at him.

Probably because he looked so different to them.

While he had almost white skin and big green eyes, they all had darker skin, dark slanted eyes and where no bigger than what a child would have been in his homeland.

He was used to the starring now, it had been the same in every place they had been to.

Without him noticing they had reached the palace.

His captors talked with the guard who called someone to lead them through the palace.

Haryon regretted not being more alert and his lack of glasses. He could see things in the distance but his surroundings where unfocused. He wished he could see the splendor of the palace properly...

After crossing many corridors they finally reached two big wooden doors painted in red. The handles where two golden dragons facing each other and the doors had a red column on each side. Their guide talked with one of the guards in front of the door who then opened them and led them inside. It was a huge room with more red columns and marble floors. In the middle of the room stood the throne with the most handsome man Haryon had ever seen.

He was even more shocked because every one he had seen so far had dark hair, skin and eyes, but this (young he guesses) man had nearly white hair, white skin and molten silver eyes. Was he perhaps one of those people his mentor had told him about? An Albino? That would explain why he was the only one with that appearance in the whole kingdom so far. But perhaps there where more and he had just not seen them. Plus weren’t Albinos supposed to have red eyes? All that thinking was giving him a headache. He was too tired to be mussing about some guys appearance.

 

So, this was the beginning of the firs Chap. Is anybody interested?

Please leave a comment, at least to tell me if I'm doing ok or not. It's the first fic I have ever written in english. And the firs time I post a fic (or something similar) in LJ. I don't know yet how to manage my entries, but I'll do my best!!

So that's all for now.

Cheerio!!

Leilia

I'm finally back from my trip to China.^^ It was sooo great!! The shoping is the best! And I could visit a lot of interesting places. Like the forbidden city and the summer palace. Sooo beautyful!!
It was really inspiring. Right now I'm writing a HPDM story that takes place in China. Hope you will all like it!^^
By the way: I'm looking for a beta. Is somebody interested? If so just leave me a message. :3
Cheerio!!

The Japan Expo in Paris is coming nearer every day. In three days I'm leaving Toulouse to go up to the French capital to participate in that grand event. With a couple of friends (all HPDM fans ;p) we are going to present for the first time our HPDM fanzine: "Nemesissement Votre"( For more details look in my links). This will be the cover.
In our fanzine you can find illustrated fanfics, comics and an art Gallery. All of course on our very favorite subject: HPDM-slash!!! XD 

Welcome to my den of craziness and fluffy yaoi stories.
I don't know when I am going to update my fanfics, cause I am quite busy for the moment. What with the Japan expo right ahead and a two month (or if I'm lucky more) long trip to China.
Well. See you soon.
Cheerio!!
Leilia