Post by Nymiane on Aug 21, 2008 17:10:11 GMT -4
A shadowed form stood behind a trembling man, why he was trembling was yet to be revealed. As he gulped it was then noted that a blade was held to his throat; the glimmering of the blade was the only hint of danger. The hooded figure jerked it’s head to the side, the hood slowly falling down to reveal a most feminine face. The face was hard to make out, but the features were soft and the contours were perfect, the eyes though, well they stood out above all. Pale eyes of lavender hue stared forward with harshness.
“Tell them my story, Amar Tjize.” Came the cold, hard voice. The voice matched the gaze, it was thick with the dark world’s accent, as if she had just learned the common language.
The man that was being threatened with her blade gulped again, this time his adam’s apple was in danger of being lopped off by the lethal blade.
” K..” The blade bit into his flesh, blood seeping and trickling along the sharp tool. He groaned as fought back a growl. It was effective though, his words were halted, he was unable to speak.
” Don’t speak my name you fool! “ He complied, for he was in no position to do otherwise. ” Tell them my story, tell them, Amar..” She leaned forward, whispering against his ear with a hot breath, her sharp, turned up nose brushing against his cheek. At first the man struggled to speak, his skin flared with heat. ” Tell them how you..know me..”
” This..mistress of the dark.. Is here to kill all of you. “ A few of the men chuckled, how absurd, a woman? They took a step closer to their trusted companion, Amar’s amber eyes danced in the dark, foretelling no emotion, or warning. He frowned as if something plagued the back of his mind, his head dipped low, a wince was given at the reminder of the blade. “ I have known of her for years, she was born in the under world, in the comfort of the Queen Mother’s realm. She was born to entice, and born to kill.. More so to entice.. That is how she traps you. Once you are caught in her web, that is it..” Kayede thought the comparison to a spider very appropriate. Amar’s words brought a smirk to her lips, which look as if they were painted on by the goddess’ herself, full and held with a pout, they were made for seduction.
” Few can resist her..” His words continued, his tone growing raspy. He wet his lips, as if preparing for something..” With tendrils of ebon, violet eyes, and her lips.. They hold nothing sacred, no inch of skin is sacred.. Her body.. Why it was designed by godess Nymiane herself, of that I am sure! “ He sighed softly.
” Born into the dark world to a dam that was loyal to Mother Creator, and Queen Mother, she was taught and instructed in the ways of our people..” His white locks of hair fell into his face, his strong jaw flexing as amber eyes focused on his friends before him. ” In our culture, the Drow women rule. Not the men. She was schooled far above my level, and rightfully so. She possessed more talent than anyone they had ever seen. It was of no surprise to everyone when the Queen Mother grew fond of her. She was trained by the best to be better than the best.. She was trained to use her body, her mind, her magic. Every morsel of her was trained to be used..That’s why I was more than happy to be paired with her.” Amar’s took on a different light, and in the dimly lit room, they could see the trace of his smirk on his face. The blade was lifted from his throat, startled the men stood their ground, not moving an inch, as their attacker, or now attackers had made no motion to.
” When she completed most of her training she joined the Lethal Organization, of course I joined - for no other reason than the endless bodies there was to slay. She always thought of it as purifying the world, or at least that was her reasoning behind it. It was not much longer until she was fed up with the organization’s leader. Everyone knew it was impossible to leave, but she wished to leave it, and had no intention on remaining. Somehow she managed to leave on good terms, and later I found out how, though all the details were not disclosed. I find it better that way.
She had killed the Femme in charge, and the Fae that was in second had taken over. They were remarkably identical, and so she took the blame for slaying the Fae… and the Fae took over the Femme’s position. It was promised to them that they should remain safe, and vowed to this mistress to never be hunted or prosecuted, and that I remained safe as well.
She said it was easy to slay her leader, as she was involved with the High Circle, the leaders guard was lowered, and she broke the first rule. To never trust a soul, and more than that..within the High Circle. “ He drew in a deep breath, his what seemed to be shackled form stood to his full stature, he was never bound, he just held himself like he was.
” She started her own random assaults after that, and assassinations, and I was her right hand. So you see.” The blade that was held to his neck went soaring through the air and implanted itself in one of the men’s jugular. Without falter Amar continued his words, his blade creeping out from its hidden scabbard. ” I knew all along, each one of you were dead men walking.” In a flash he was dancing toward the men, Kayede had no reason to use her larger blades, she stuck to her small, but precise daggers. Blood scented the air as they relentlessly lead their assault, until each one of the men lay dead upon the floor. Without the screams filling the air, it gave no warning to the guards outside, and they too fell upon the floor with ease.
” Well done, Amor.” The iced tone hit the air. There was always something enticing about her vocals, magic he supposed. Magic none could resist, and the fact nothing could touch upon her beauty, he scoffed and wiped his blade clean.
” Kayede T’risslan, you are too talented for your own good.” He admitted.
”Each time you tell the story you seem more transfixed upon my ‘unsurpassable beauty and legs’ What makes you think I would no sooner slit your throat than what I just did theirs? What fiber in your demonic form ensures you are safe?” She hissed her words. Amar shrugged broad shoulders, he had his back turned to Kayede and with a casual air her turned to face her.
” Nothing. I am not ensured, I don’t know. I don’t give a fuck though.” He replied dryly. It was enough to make Kayede chuckle, she planned to keep him for a while longer, but in no way trusted him.
Two months later Kayede was comfortable in her wealth, her business was settled, all was to her liking for now…