Post by MelodicMemories on Apr 22, 2012 20:48:35 GMT -5
I stood looking out over the city, the stench of madam Brin's whores filled the tavern. What kind of self respecting woman would allow themselves to have this kind of life. My entire family was slaughtered and I still live on trying to find their killers and understand why they were taken from me. My daggers pulse in my hand every time I near one of the men that took their lives. I've been hunting every since they were killed. Hunting the bastards that murdered my family in their beds and left me in a burning house.
The hunger never stops. The hunger for revenge, and the hunger inside me, I eat but nothing is fulfilling, bread tastes stale, wine taste like water. I have blackouts when I get to hungry, when I wake I feel better. I think my body just needs to rest. I put it through a pretty strict schedule while hunting.
The only thing I know for sure, is the day I kill the last of the men that took my family, is the day I will rest, the day that I will close my eyes for a month and not wake.
I can no longer stand the stench of this brothel, my overcoat slides over my shoulders as I leap from the window, to avoid paying for another night in the place. The leather I wear clinks with buckles as I hit the grass running for the wood. The only place I feel safe is with trees and brush around me. I sleep in the ground, after I have dug a whole that I pack with leaves and made a makeshift cover with branches. Hunters will look in trees, but never under foot for a person.
I am grateful to be out of that town, since the deed is done and my blackout has came, there is no need to stay. Although I need to find a bed of water to wash myself in, blood stains my fingernails and face. If a peasant were to see me they may scream and bring out the pitchforks and torches, for I probably look like a witch or a fiendish person.
Traveling comes lightly for me, I never carry much and what I do carry I can leave and buy more of save for my daggers, I cannot leave them behind. They are strapped to my chest and back at all times, four of them I have, all beautiful polished silver with leather wrapped handles. My cloak I can leave, although I would hate to for if I did It would be hell to have another made to these specifications, so many small pockets and double lined with the finest materials for warmth. Other things I can part with and obtain more of through my beauty, men love my long black hair, as well as the glow of my yellow eyes, but I think what they like more is the swell of my breast from under my leather, I think they fantasize about whats fully underneath the though leather exterior I wear, but as mesmerizing as I can be I have not once had a sexual encounter save for Jasenth Rinehold, a man I owe my life and heart to. For if I were to defy my love for him I would have to slaughter many more men than I already have.
I have traveled far and wide in this place to find the men that must fall at my feet. But for now, by this water I must sleep. goodnight my friends.
The hunger never stops. The hunger for revenge, and the hunger inside me, I eat but nothing is fulfilling, bread tastes stale, wine taste like water. I have blackouts when I get to hungry, when I wake I feel better. I think my body just needs to rest. I put it through a pretty strict schedule while hunting.
The only thing I know for sure, is the day I kill the last of the men that took my family, is the day I will rest, the day that I will close my eyes for a month and not wake.
I can no longer stand the stench of this brothel, my overcoat slides over my shoulders as I leap from the window, to avoid paying for another night in the place. The leather I wear clinks with buckles as I hit the grass running for the wood. The only place I feel safe is with trees and brush around me. I sleep in the ground, after I have dug a whole that I pack with leaves and made a makeshift cover with branches. Hunters will look in trees, but never under foot for a person.
I am grateful to be out of that town, since the deed is done and my blackout has came, there is no need to stay. Although I need to find a bed of water to wash myself in, blood stains my fingernails and face. If a peasant were to see me they may scream and bring out the pitchforks and torches, for I probably look like a witch or a fiendish person.
Traveling comes lightly for me, I never carry much and what I do carry I can leave and buy more of save for my daggers, I cannot leave them behind. They are strapped to my chest and back at all times, four of them I have, all beautiful polished silver with leather wrapped handles. My cloak I can leave, although I would hate to for if I did It would be hell to have another made to these specifications, so many small pockets and double lined with the finest materials for warmth. Other things I can part with and obtain more of through my beauty, men love my long black hair, as well as the glow of my yellow eyes, but I think what they like more is the swell of my breast from under my leather, I think they fantasize about whats fully underneath the though leather exterior I wear, but as mesmerizing as I can be I have not once had a sexual encounter save for Jasenth Rinehold, a man I owe my life and heart to. For if I were to defy my love for him I would have to slaughter many more men than I already have.
I have traveled far and wide in this place to find the men that must fall at my feet. But for now, by this water I must sleep. goodnight my friends.