Thread: The Bloodied Blades of Love (Frogger and InsertNameHere)

Now mine Malice Blackthorn was an assassin unlike any other. Beautiful, confident, and deadly, she was the envy of any assassin, man or woman. Her skills were unrivaled, her beauty beyond comprehension. In other wordsshe was a bombshell, wrapped in one hell of a sexy package. No assassin could ever come close to the likes of her. She is a diamond in the rough, a rarity amongst worthless gems. Wherever she went, heartbreak and blood followedno matter how tough the target may be. Warm golden sunshine poured in through a pair of tall French doors, the rays landing on a tumbled pile of sheets. A low groan could be heard, deep, luminous green eyes drifting open sleepily. With a yawn the young woman rose, stretching her arms high above her head. Straight dark blonde hair falling down about her shoulders, though of course a bit tangled, she was still a beautiful picture. Her defined cheekbones gave her an exotic appearancewhile her petite figure, hinted with musclelied about a delicate nature. At five foot four, she wasnt exactly a formidable person in staturebut that did help her in the field, every now and again. Actuallyit was rather fun, watching a confident individual lose that arrogance once taking a gander at what she can do. Some may think it cruelyet their opinions didnt matter much, did they? Rich cream-colored sheets tumbling down to the floor, her feet swung over the side of the bed, only for the rest of her body to follow. Though she wasnt a morning person, getting up early as become part of her normal routine. Where is Syd? Malice murmured under her breath, a delicate hand running through all that dark gold as she went out onto her private balcony. Blooms of red, pink, and sunny yellow swayed back and forth in a gentle breeze far beneath her. He was supposed to be here with breakfast ten minutes ago A soft yawn making her mouth go wide, she sat down in her favorite chair, propping up her feet. Mm this is definitely the life This must be paradisefor she never has to worry about anything, not to mention everything in sight belongs to her and her alone. Footsteps thumping on wooden stairs, then on marble floors, alerted the assassin to her apprentices presence. A plate came to lie on the nearby table, and a kiss found her feet. It wasnt long before a massage was taking place. The usual report was given, not that she listenedthen a request to spare fell upon her ears. Hm Sparring did sound nice, though she would never tell him that After all, in his eyes, she is high up on a pedestal, where no one can reach. A languid stretch made her pajamas which consisted of a tank top and shorts- tightened across her breasts and muscular thighs. It was an intriguing ideaone she was about ready to take him up on. YesI believe its time we spareand see what you have learned... In one graceful motion Malice rose to her feet, a hand going through her long hair. Get into position, she told the young man, her knees already bending, fists rising to guard both her chest and face. The spar took less than five secondsperhaps even three. It was easy to dispatch her apprentice with one blow, even with the months he has been under her guidance and training. Loud panting could be heard as she approached him. You need to better defend yourself, and to be quicker on your feet, Malice told him. You know what to do in your head, but you cant quite apply it to a real life situationand that will get you killed. With a flip of her hair, she pulled him up to his feet before sitting back down on her lounge chair. I must sayyou did a great deal better than most would in your positionnot bad. As a rewardyou may ask for one favoror one wish, whichever you prefer. I dont care, either way. Her green eyes studied the landscape for a long moment. It has been a long time since she has taken a fledgling under her wingmuch less a man. The last time an apprentice was in her life, it was a womana highly skilled woman at that. Sydshows some promise, trueyet she couldnt be sure how much. Toes curling and uncurling with her next stretch, her attention went back to the young manjust waiting for his next words. Patience, luckily, was her forte, given her line of work. It was an acquired skill, to simply wait for a target to walk past underneath youor for someone to speak up.