Post by Raine Laurent on Apr 22, 2009 22:33:34 GMT -8
"Take him apart and bring me one of the pieces my dear huntress," He used to say to me...
She saw herself slipping through the shadow of night silently. His word was her world. What he wanted- she delivered.
That's how it was.
Her prey was ahead of her. She saw the dead man walking and the woman he was with. Just another dead wretch.
The line went around his neck just as easy as it did everyone else. His head removed with a practiced tug of the steel cording. The woman had no time to scream and alert anyone. She left the woman's body, but continued the removal of the man's body
as her Lord had wished. The gears of her line silent and well oiled for their work. Anyone seeing the event surely would have felt the chill in their bones, watching the hunter grinning under the bare light of the moon.
Picking a choice bit, she was gone again. It would be hours before anyone noticed them gone.
Back at the stone mansion she kneels to her Lord and offers the finger, treasure ring still attached.
"Oh still warm. Thank you, my pet. You pleased me this night," his fingers wound in her long hair, causing her to shiver.
Raine sits up from the dream, hugging the pillow to her.
The dreams were more often now.
It was always the same. Different people she would kill with no question or care, but same reason. Same her...
Same Him. Her Lord. That's all that mattered.
She would wear black leathers with dark reds under. Her "toys" were gold and black. Such a mockery of her House...
But it pleased him, he thought her toys were perfect. She made them only to kill and harm. If he was happy, all was well. If he wasn't, there was pain...
She saw herself slipping through the shadow of night silently. His word was her world. What he wanted- she delivered.
That's how it was.
Her prey was ahead of her. She saw the dead man walking and the woman he was with. Just another dead wretch.
The line went around his neck just as easy as it did everyone else. His head removed with a practiced tug of the steel cording. The woman had no time to scream and alert anyone. She left the woman's body, but continued the removal of the man's body
as her Lord had wished. The gears of her line silent and well oiled for their work. Anyone seeing the event surely would have felt the chill in their bones, watching the hunter grinning under the bare light of the moon.
Picking a choice bit, she was gone again. It would be hours before anyone noticed them gone.
Back at the stone mansion she kneels to her Lord and offers the finger, treasure ring still attached.
"Oh still warm. Thank you, my pet. You pleased me this night," his fingers wound in her long hair, causing her to shiver.
Raine sits up from the dream, hugging the pillow to her.
The dreams were more often now.
It was always the same. Different people she would kill with no question or care, but same reason. Same her...
Same Him. Her Lord. That's all that mattered.
She would wear black leathers with dark reds under. Her "toys" were gold and black. Such a mockery of her House...
But it pleased him, he thought her toys were perfect. She made them only to kill and harm. If he was happy, all was well. If he wasn't, there was pain...