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And if you'd like a little bit more horror during your week. Make sure to check out my second Channel Asylum ASMR where you'll find a blend of erotica and horror written exclusively by me. You'll find the link in the description and now onto our story time. She Drew away from him dwindling in the witchfire of the skies and they'll she was a figure no bigger than a child. The clamor of swords and died away the shouting of the slaughter was hushed silence lay on the red stained snow. The pale Bleak Sun that littered so blindingly from the ice fields and the snow-covered planes struck Sheen's of silver from rent corselet and Broken Blade where the dead lay in heaps. The nerveless hand yet gripped the broken Health helmeted heads back drawn in the death throes tilted red beards and golden beards grimly upward as if in last invocation to your mirror the frost Giant. The cross the red drips and mail glad forms two figures approached one another. And that utter desolation only they moved. The frosty sky was over them. The white playing around them the dead men at their feet. Slowly through the corpses they came. As ghosts might come to a tryst through the shambles of a world. Their Shields are gone. They're corselets tinted blood smeared their mail. Their swords were read their horned helmets showed the marks of fierce battle one Viking spoke. He is locks and beard or as red as the blood on the sunlit snow. Man of the Raven locks said he tell me your name so that my brother is in vanaheim May know who was the last of wolf ears band to fall before the sword of Heimdall. This is my answer replying the black-haired Warrior not in vanaheim. But in Valhalla, will you tell your brother's the name of Amon-Ra of Achmed Tana? Heimdall roared and sprang and his sword swung in a mighty Arc owner has staggered and his vision was filled with red Sparks as the blade shivered into bits of blue fire on his helmet. But as he reeled he thrust with all the power of His great shoulders. The sharp Point drove through brass scales bones and heart and the red-haired Warrior died at home runs Pete. Amra, stood swaying trailing his sword a sudden sick weariness assailing him. The glare of the sun on the snow cut his eyes like a knife and the sky seemed shrunken and strangely far. It turned away from the trampled expense wear yellow bearded Warriors lay locked with red haired Slayers the Embrace of death. A few steps he took and the glare of the snow fields was suddenly dimmed. a rushing wave of blindness indulged him and he sank down in the snow supporting himself on one mailed arm seeking to shake the blindness out of his eyes as a lion might shake his main a silvery laugh cut through his dizziness and his sight clear and slowly. It was a strangeness about all the landscape that he could not place or Divine an unfamiliar tinged Earth and Sky. But he did not think long of this. Before him swaying like a sapling in the wood stood a woman her body was like Ivory and save for a veil of gossamer. She was as naked as the day. Her slender bare feet were whiter than the snow they spurned she laughed and her laughter was sweeter than the Rippling of silvery fountains and poisonous with cruel mockery. Who are you demanded The Warrior? What matter her voice was more Musical that a gold string to harm, but it was etched with cruelty. Call up your men and he growled grasping his sword. Though my strength fail me if they shall not Take Me Alive. I see that you are a veneer have I said so she asked. He looked again at her unruly locks, but she had thought to be red. Now he saw that they were neither yellow nor red. A glorious compound both colors. He gazed Spellbound, her hair was like, nope and gold striking which the sun dazzled him. Her eyes were neither wholly blue nor wholly gray, but I'm shifting colors and dancing lights and clouds of colors. He could not recognize. Her full red lips smiled and from her slim feet to the blinding ground of her billowy hair. Her Ivory body was as perfect as the dream of a god. I'm Rose Bowls hammered in his temples. I cannot tell said he Whether you are a Venna, I'm in mine enemy or of Asgard and my friend. Far have I wandered from Zingara to the Sea of vilayet in Stick? Yeah in Kush. And the country of the here Keen Ian's but a woman like you I have never seen. Your Luck's blind me with their brightness. Not even among the fairest Daughters of the aesir. Have I seen such Hair by Amir? Who are you to swear by Amir? She mocked what know you of the Gods of ice and snow and who have come up from the south to Adventure among strangers. By the dark gods of my own race. He cried in Inger. Have I been backward in the swordplay stranger or no? Stay I am seeing for score Warriors fall and I alone survived the field remove here's reverse met the brekkie. Tell me woman. Have you caught the flash of mail across the snow planes are seen armed Men Moving upon the ice. I have seen the hoarfrost glittering in the sun. She answered. I have heard the wind Whispering across the Everlasting snows. He shook his head. New word should have come up with us before the battle joined. I fear he and his Warriors have been ambushed over here lies dead with all his weapon men. I had thought there was no village within many leagues of the spot for the war carried us far. But you can have come no great distance over these snows make it as you are lead me to your tribe woman. If you are a badass guard for I am faint with the weariness of strife. She laughed my Dwelling Places further than you can walk Hamra of up with Donna. Chill out again spreading wider arms. She swayed before him her golden hair lulling wantonly. Her sin tilian dies shadowed beneath long silken lashes. Am I not beautiful to you man? Like Don running naked on the stones. He might hurt his eyes burning like those of a wolf. And why do you not rise and follow me? Who is the strong Warrior falls down before me she chanted and Madding mockery. Lie down and die in the snow but the other fools bhamra of the black hair. You cannot follow where I would lead. With an oath the man he beat himself upon his feet his blue eyes blazing his dark scarred face and convulsed rage shook his soul. But desire for the taunting figure before him hammered at his temples and drove his Wild Blood riotously through his veins. Passion Fierce as physical Agony flooded his whole being so that the Earth and Sky swam read it was dizzy gays and weariness and faintness or swept from him in Madness. He spoke no word as he drove in her fingers hooked like talons. With a shriek of laughter she leaped back and ran laughing at him over her white shoulder. But that low growl camera followed. He had forgotten the fight forgotten the mailed Warriors who lay in their blood forgotten yours belated reverse. He had thought only for the Slender white shape which seemed to float rather than run before him. how to cross the white blinding plane she led him the trampled Redfield fell out of sight behind him, but still Hamra kept on with the silent tenacity of his race. his mailed feet broke through the Frozen crust he sank deep in the drifts and forged through them by Shear strength. But the girl danced across the snow as light as a feather floating across a pool. Her naked feet scarcely left their imprint in the hoarfrost. in spite of the fire in his veins the cold bit through the Warriors mail and fur but the girl and her gossamer Veil Ryan has lightly and his gaily as if she danced through the palms and rose gardens of Petain. black curses drooled through the Warriors parched lips I bring pain swelled and throbbed in his temples and his teeth gnashed spasmodically. You cannot Escape me here or it lead me into a trap and I'll pile the heads of your Kinsman at your feet hide from me and I'll tell her about the mountains to find you. I'll follow you to hell and I'll follow you beyond hell. Her maddening laughter floated back to him and foam blew from the Warriors lips further and further into the waist. She led him until he saw the wide Plains get way too low Hills marching upward and broken ranges. Far to the North he caught a glimpse of towering mountains blue with the distance or white with eternal snows above these mountains shown the blaring rays of the borealis. They spread fan wise into the sky Frosty Blades of cold flaming light changing in color glowing and brightening. Above him the sky is glowed and crackled was strange lights and gleams the snow shown weirdly now Frosty blue now. I see Crimson now cold silver. Through a shimmering. I see realm of Enchantment. I'm not plunged doggedly onward in a crystalline maze where the only reality was the white body dancing across the glittering snow Beyond his reach never Beyond his reach. Yet he did not Wonder at the necromantic strangeness of it all. Not even when two gigantic figures rose up to Bar his way. the scales of their mail were white with hoarfrost their helmets and their axes were sheathed and ice. Snow sprinkled their locks in their beards were spikes of icicles their eyes were cold as the light streamed above them. Brothers scribe the girl dancing between them. Look who follows. I am brought you a viking for the feasting. Take his heart that we may lay it smoking on our fathers board. The Giants answered with Roars like the grinding of icebergs on a frozen Shore and heaved up there shining axes as the ACT mcdonnen hurled himself upon them. the frosty blade flashed before his eyes blinding him with its brightness and he gave back a terrible stroke that sheared through his bows thigh. But the ground the victim fell and at that instant camera was dashed into the snow his left shoulder numb from the blow of the Survivor from which the Warriors male had barely saved his life. I'm Ross all the remaining giant looming above him like a Colossus car of device etched against the glowing sky. the axe fell to sink through the snow and deep into the Frozen Earth a Zamora hurled himself aside and leaped to his feet. The giant roared and wrenched his axe head free. But even as he did so Hamra sword saying down the Giants knees bent and he sank slowly into the snow, which turned Crimson with the blood that gushed from his half severed neck. Omron wheeled to see the girls standing a short distance away staring and wide eyed her. Oh mockery gone from her face. He cried out fiercely and the blood drops flew from his sword as his hand shook in the intensity of his passion hold the rest of your brother's he roared call the dogs. I'll give their hearts to the wolves. The Cry of fright, she turned and fled she did not laugh now normal Kim over her shoulder She ran as for her life. And though he strained every nerve until his temples were like to burst and the snow swam read to his gaze. She Drew away from him dwindling in the which buyer of the Skies until she was a figure no bigger than a child. But a dancing white blame on the snow. And then add imbler in the distance. At finding his teeth until the blood started from his gums. He reeled on. And he saw the blur grow to a dancing White Flame. And then she was running less than a hundred Paces ahead of him and slowly the space narrowed foot by foot. She was running with ever now her golden locks blowing free. Erin the quick panting of her breath and saw a flash of beer in the look she cast over her Alabaster shoulder. The Grim endurance of the warrior that served him well. The speed and more flashing white legs. She reeled in her gait. It is Untamed Soul flamed up the fires of hell she invents so well. With an inhuman Roar enclosed in on her just as she wheeled from Haunting cry and flung out her arms depend him off. His sword fell into the snow as he crushed her to him. Her supple body bent backward as she fought with desperate frenzy in his iron, ohms. Her golden hair blue about his face winding him with a chain. The feel of her slender figure twisting in his mailed arms drove him to Blind her Madness. And strong fingers sink deep into our smooth flesh and that flesh was as cold as ice. It was as if he embraced not a woman of human flesh and blood. but a woman of flaming ice she writhed her golden head aside striving to avoid the Savage kisses and bruised her red lips. You are as cold as the stones. He mumbled dazedly. I don't bore me with the fire in my own blood. The test print wrench she Twisted from his arms leaving her single gossamer garment in his grasp. She sprang back and faced him. Her golden locks and wild disarray. her white bosom heaving her beautiful eyes blazing with anger. For an instant. He stood Frozen odd by her Terrible Beauty as she posed naked against the Snows. And in that instant, she flung her arms toward the lights that glowed in the skies above her and cried out in a voice that rang Omron here is Forever After in the earth. Oh, my father save me. I'm Raja was leaping forward arms spread disease her when with the crack like the breaking of a nice Mountain the skies leaped into I See Fire. A girl's eye. Everybody was suddenly enveloped in a cold blue flame so blinding, but the warrior threw up his hands to Shield his eyes the fleeting instant skies, and snowy Hills were bathed in crackling white flames. Blue Darts of I see lights and Frozen Crimson fires the Nam raw staggered and cried out the girls gone. the glowing Stone a empty and bare eye above him the which lights flashed and played in a frosty Sky gone mad and among the distant Blue Mountains there sounded a rolling thunder as of a gigantic War Chariot rushing behind steeds his ranting of struck lightning from the Snows and a girls from the skies then suddenly Only the Borealis the snowy Hills and the Blazing Heavens reeled drunkenly. The owner has site. Thousands of fireballs first with showers of Sparks and the sky itself became a tight antic wheel which drained stars as it spun under his feet the snowy Hills heaved up like a wave. And I'm rock crumbled into the snow's to lie Motionless. In a cold Dark Universe whose son was extinguished eons ago. I'm rebuild the movement of life alien and unguessed an earthquake and him in its grip and was shaking him to and fro and the same time champing his hands and feet and Ellie yelled and pain and fury and groped for his sword. He's coming to horsa granted a voice haste. We must rub the frost out of his limbs. If he's ever to wield his sword again. He won't open his left hand growled mother his voice indicating muscular strain. He's clutching something. Ohm, Raja opened his eyes and stared into the bearded faces that bent over him. He was surrounded by tall golden-haired Vikings in mail and Furs Mumm-Ra. You live like Romney ORD gasp T. Am I alive or are we all dead and in Valhalla? We live on Ted the aesir busy over home runs have Frozen peat. We had to fight our way through an ambush else. We had come up with you before the battle was joined. The corpses were scarce cold We Came Upon the field. We did not find you among the dead. So we followed your spoor in amir's name bhamra. Why did you wander off into the wastes of the North? We have followed your tracks in the snow for hours. And a blizzard come up and hidden them we had never found you by Amir. Swear not so often by Amir muttered a viking he glanced at the distant mountains. This has his land and the God by the mon Yonder mountains the legend say I followed a woman Mumm-Ra answered hazily. We met raggies men in the plains. I know not how long we fought I alone survived. I was dizzy and paint the land lay like a dream before me. Only know do all things seem natural and familiar. The woman came and she taunted me. She was beautiful as a frozen flame from hell. When I looked at her I was as one mad and forgot all else in the world. They followed her. Did you not find her tracks or the Giants and Ice email that I killed. We ordered shook his head. We only found your tracks in the snow. Umrah And it may be that I was mad. I'm Russ Ed dazedly. Yet you yourself are no more real to me than was the golden-haired which who fled naked across the Snows before me yet from my very hands. She vanished and I see Flame. He is Delirious whispered of my king. Not so pride and older man whose eyes were wild and weird. It was a dolly the daughter of you near the frost Giant. To the fields of the Dead she comes and shows herself to the dying myself. What a boy. I saw her when I lay have slain on the bloody field of will Raven. There's our walk among the dead in the Snows her naked body gleaming like Ivory and her golden hair become blinding blame in the Moonlight. I lay a noun like a dying dog because I could not crawl after her she lures men from stricken Fields into the wastelands to be slain by her brother's the ice giants who lay men's red hearts smoking on ymir's board camera has seen a dolly the frost Giants daughter not so grunted horsa corms mind was and in his youth but I got sword on the head. I was delirious with the fury of battle. Look how his helmet to stented any of those blows might have handled his brain. It was a hallucination. He followed into the wastes. He's from the south. What does he know of its Ali? You speak truth, perhaps mutter domra. It was all strange and weird by Chrome. He broke off leering at the object that still Tangled. There was clenched left fist. The others escaped silently at the valley held up. a list of gossamer that was never spun by human means and this my darling is the end of today's very short biking story. As always I hope that you have very sweet and creepy dreams. Good night.
ASMR reading of the short story Gods of the North, re-titled to The Frost Giant's Daughter, by Robert E Howard, from 1934. Renamed The Frost-Giant's Daughter, the Gods of the North is the earliest chronological story by Robert E. Howard in terms of Conan's life. The brief tale is set somewhere in frozen Nordheim, geographically situated north of Conan's homeland, Cimmeria. Conan is depicted by Howard as an young mercenary, traveling among with the golden-haired Aesir, in a war party. Shortly before the story begins, a hand-to-hand battle has occurred on an icy plain. Eighty men  have perished in bloody combat, and Conan alone survives the battlefield where Wulfhere  faced the Vanir wolves of Bragi, a Vanir chieftain. Listen with headphones. 