Thread: To Love and Lust (insatiable x Sarah72)

Lighting cracked across the sky with spider web tentacles arching from rolling cloud to rolling cloud as the sky seemingly poured tons of water continually through the darkness. Water streaming down over the few stray locks of bright red hair that had managed to slip out into the open caused Kiera to pull the black hooded cloak even tighter around her body while she trudged through the darkness towards the dimly glowing lights of the village at the bottom of the twisting mountain pass. For the hundredth , no the thousandth timewell, it didnt matter anyway Kiera thought, the whole world seemed to be bathed in darkness of some form or another and the rain, the seemingly continual rain never ceased to stop except for when the cold trickled slowly and invisibly down the mountains and the rain turned to snow, which if one could believe it, was worse for both man and beast. Once again, Kiera wearly as her boots sloshed through the rivers of running water, her body crying for rest from the continual misery. Deep in the hidden the folds of her clothing, her hand stroked and turned the small stone amulet that hung around her neck and even as she made her way carefully down the lightning illuminated path and her mind wondered from time to time in its own thoughtful world, Kiera's senses were on over time. Her reflexes tuned by many years of practice and experience stood ready to reach over her shoulder for the lovingly maintained sword that was sheathed down the the back of her leather vest, the handle riding comfortably near the right side of the back of her head was always in easy reach and always true to its mark when she had been forced to use it. Introduced into grown up in a world early in her young life, Kara had heard the stories from the old ones about a time before the dark ones arrived in the world. Where they came from, no one knew, but now, the darkness walked shoulder to shoulder with the unaware humans. Kiera had never learned when her mother had become hunter. Possibly she had been born that way, or like Kiera, she had been thrust from childhood innocence into the world where life was cheap and evil seemed to rule the land. Kieras only real memory was that of the white haired man she only knew as a grandfather like figure. He was a very large, stoic man that she had perceived was once a great warrior. Supposedly he had once lived a very raucous life, loved his daughter, her mother, with unbridled fierceness and had trained his granddaughter Kiera until the point that the ache in her spirit was just too much to bare and despite his protests, Kiera had packed her things...and left. Driven by the knowledge of the unknown demons haunted her life..yet but by the grace ofwhatstrength of willtraining of her mother? Her grandfather? or ..luckwhatever it was, Kiera had grown into a woman still, in many ways continued to struggle with the new world order. Suddenly, Kiera's thoughts came to a halt as her senses picked up something, once again she felt the the familiar chill something, was followingnowas tracking her and she was sure it had been for some time. Quickly, her hand shot up over her shoulder and gripped the sword handle tightly, her body tensed..then as if in a blur of motion, she whipped it out with a precision filled experience, and spun to her left ..therefrom the side of her vision, she caught a glimpse of somethingdarker than darkbut again, it was not thereand againshe had almost saw it Her anger, for the hundredth time, boiled over and with a rage, she stomped her boot in the water filled path while her scream filled the night.DAMN YOUYOU WANT MECOME GET MELETS FINISH THIS!!!!! and once again.as alwaysonly the cracking of lightning and the drenching rain replied to her anger. Finally, Kiera Shoved the sword back into its holder, all the while fuming angrily as she took one more glance into the darkness and turned to wind her way down the path towards the lights below her Carefully picking her way over the rubble, Kiera worked her way towards the lights of the village, a loose term at best, for the huddle of hovels that had been crudely pieced together from discarded pieces.ofwell, whatever the owners could find. Keeping her eyes carefully trained on the narrow path, her boots splashing through the rain filled puddles until suddenly from the darkness, she heard a low grumble of a voice. Well..lookiewhat have we here the voice shook Kiera from her dream world to focus on a large, hulking figure that appeared from a dark doorway of nearby building. Her eyes eyes narrowed as she quickly took in the dark figure partially hidden by the darkness and noted the hands wrapped tightly around tightly around something large and dark and Kiera was sure it was not something that would be a pleasant experience.. a stranger.we dont cotton to outsiderswhats your business here the voice, low and threatening, left little doubt her response must be worded very carefully. Kiera's eyes flicked to the figure that stood outlined in the rain seared darkness, ..a traveler...seeking sanctuary on such a lovely evening.. she tenses as she waited on the response which she hoped would be a positive response. ...tell me and be quick about it..what do you seek from here.., the silence once again settling over the night save for the sound of the continual rain pounding on the soaked ground before it ran off in trickles which turned to streams and then to swollen rivers that flooded the country side. Kiera Nyle surveyed the the figure the best she could in the limited light and weighed her odds in happenstance the situation was not about go to well. Slowly, she measured her words carefully......food. and ...perhaps a roof ....from the rain... , once again...only the patter of rain settled over the darkness. ...and what do you offer ...for...this.. luxury... the dark robe of the hooded figure moved closer and slowly, his presence became clearer. .. or do you seek charity?.. the voice finally matching the coldness of his eyes as he stepped closer and stopped just in front of Kiera. .. perhaps..you have something to offer...much as the others do...that travel through these lands..., Kiera could feel his eyes boring into hers as his hand slid outwards from his hooded robe and came to rest on the material of the cloak that covered Kiera's left breast. Just then, on the edge of either side her vision, Kiera could see movement from the other two figures as they appeared to be slowly moving to circle her. Locking her eyes onto the one standing in front of her, Kiera slowly spoke her words... ....neither charity...nor myself...do I offer Kiera whispered, her response just above the splashing of the continual rain, her body tensing as her hand tensing on the handle of her sword. Silence settled over the area, only punctuated by the sound of splashing of the large drops that poured down from the heavens was heard and even those seemed to be muffled in the heaviness of the atmosphere that had descended around the the man and the two other guards. Her white knuckled hand almost ached from the tenseness of the grip around the hilt of her sword. Steeling herself, Kiera closed her eyes, the sounds around her seemingly becoming alive with amplification and as if in slow motion, she could hear the plunk of each individual rain drop striking the ground and like the scene from a play, the vision formed in her mind and began to play out.... First the man would die when her sword with nothing but a whisper whipped out of its sheath, the sharpened edges of the blade slicing upwards from her lower left, meeting the man's torso just above his left hip bone and slicing upwards through his clothing to cut through the skin as it dug deep into his muscles and tendons in its journey, the smell of his warm entrails spilling out from his cavity while the blade continued upward, slicing through the hard bones of his rib cage to splitting his breast bone in half before it ended its journey severing his right arm from her body.. and before the pieces could hit the ground, Kiera's body twisted into a graceful arc that would bring her sword, to its full height before whipping , downwards across the neck of the first guard to slice through the bones and tissue of his neck, his head bearing the surprised look of shock would barely begin its journey to the wet soaked ground below before. Kieras body would complete its twisting dance of death to bring the tip slicing downward across the soft, warm stomach muscles of the last guard who misjudged the distance between himself and Kiera and looked down in a pained expression as a rush of his internal organs and the darkness of his life blood mixed with the pouring rain, his body melting into the slushy water long after the life in his eyes extinguished... Lastly, completing force of motion from her spin, she came to a stop, the palm of one hand flat on the muddy ground, her arm high and behind her with her sword held high in the air with her knees bending to put her body into an almost kneeling attack position at the completion of her last movement. Bowing her head, Kiera looked into the darkening flow of water rivulets that ran and circled around her boots... before slowly standing back up to her full height and expertly sliding her sword back into its sheath and carefully stepping around the bodies, Kiera walked slowly, following the sounds of laughter, cursing and the smell of strong drink until she stood at a structure with a Boar's head nailed just above the door opening. Slowly, reaching out with her gloved hand, Kiera swept the heavy, dank curtain aside and stepped inside..