Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

Rosa sat upon the window bench of her library. Her eldest brother, Vincent, had sent word by messenger of an impending attack upon the Lacceta. A warning for her to be on her guard. Locks as black as the darkest nights cascaded around the smooth curve of her neck and down the front of her right shoulder. Tied of with a deep blue ribbon in a ponytail of to the side. As she relaxed the manor was tended to. Those well enough to leave were sent on their way. Few remained, since the battle had taken a slight pause. Supplies were collected. The food supply, checked. Rallon Granger would be the one leading this attack. The right hand man of Vincent Beaumont. A man that Vincent insisted his sister wed. As charming as the man was she wanted no part of him. It would do more than sweet words to worm ones way into the gilded cage that housed Lady Beaumont's heart. Warm pink lips parted in a sigh as she sat up from her perch and a pool of blue silk and tool fell down to her feet. The dress cupping at her modest bust with lace overlapping the silk and it cascaded from there and to her feet. The soft and seemingly flawless skin of her shoulders was exposed and the warm flames beneath the mantle rid her of any chills. The short lived peace was soon broken. The cries and scream were heard from miles away. The sound of metal clashing against metal tore through the air. Already the bodies were arriving. Some crawling or stumbling in, while others were carried. Rosa was weary and yet her stubbornness prevailed in doing what she could to save these lives. One, two, three had died of before she could get to them. Various bodies strewn about her home. She was disturbed by how the news of Rallon's death saddened her so, but she still had other matters to tend to. Her hands were covered in blood of different people as she oversaw some of the wound care. Her ladies were well versed in healing, as was their Lady. Just as Rosalie thought that the day could not get any worse, he shows up. You stupid fool. She sighs as she wipes the blood from her hands. I have every mind to have you carry your precious master all the way back to his own home. She threw the blood cloth in a pile of other soiled linens. Lay him in my chambers. I can keep a better eye on him there. One more round through the house was made to check on the status of others. The moment someone can walk out of here safely, encourage them to do so, no doubt there will be more. She spoke to her head Lady before walking back to her bed chambers. The clicking of her heels sounding upon the stone floor. You two stay here for your master, just in case he needs to feed. If he kills another person in my house I'll personally see him dead myself. She remembered the 'almighty' Lacceta from before. How could she not? He made quite the impression. Though whether it was good or bad was still on the fence. You and my brothers are more alike than you may think. Stubborn. she cleaned up what blood that she could and had one of her own serf feed the flames to keep the warmth in the room. Upon the floor, she sat, next to the sofa where her lay. A rag and a basin of water being dabbing at his wounds as she watched in silence as they heel. You know, we really should stop meeting like this. You certainly, must have a death wish. The fire light gave her skin a little glow. The sound of crackling flames could be heard when she was not speaking. She saw something buried in his flesh and, almost happily, dug her finger into the wound to pull it out. Not even thinking about the pain that it may cause.A smile actually tugging at the corner of her lips as she succeeded in pulling out a shard of metal. Not a small piece, either. There, now that can heal properly. Almost voicing why she had to do it, other than the fact that she wanted to.