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

Rosa was just walking out of her bed chambers as he spoke. Hearing every word. You are welcome, though you should have listened the first time, Lacceta. Do you get off on nearly dying? She asked as she knelled beside the sofa where he lay. Again the green of her eyes watching as his flesh healed itself. Looking as thought it were almost reversing time. Again her fingers helped themselves to the feeling of his healed flesh. Feeling the smooth skin where the deep gashes once were. I pulled something out of you. Here. The noble woman had it rinsed off and placed on the side table. The small object was placed in his hand before she sat herself upon the nearest arm chair with her legs crossed, looking well worn and weary. This war was going to drain her of what little life she had, and she wasn't even on the battlefield. Rosa had more than enough time to watch his body heal itself. Taking full advantage of his trance. Feeling much better? She asked as one of her ladies retrieved the goblet of wine that she had asked for earlier. The silver metal pressed to her lips, to feel the sweet liquid as it raced past her lips. She could feel the warmth as it ventured through her body. You certainly have a guardian angel on your shoulder. Near death, twice and no one there to deal the final blow that would end your life. You cheat death rather well. She said with a lax smile. Rose was taking full advantage of this moment to relax. She had been on her feet all day and all night. Mistress... One fairly round lady spoke in a mousy voice. Lord Beaumont has sent word to be on guard for... them . He fears that they may send someone to hold you for ransom. They send men from their armies to protect the estate and are ordered to kill on sight. Rose stood upon her own to feed. I be DAMNED if they think that they can seize my home and use such an excused to make this a base for their own gain. I will not stand for this. While their worry may be slightly true, they know I am more than capable of fending for myself. The fluffy lady framed in the doorway simply nodded in her head in agreement. You archery skills are finer than that of your brothers. As they always have. You slayed that one Lacceta soldier that tried to kill you after you healed him. The woman visibly shuttered at the thought. Her mistress could be ruthless when her life was at stake or those who fought in her name. Her name, and her name only. The woman then gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth when she forgot that there was a Lacceta in the room with her mistress. She blanched, fearing that her words may cost her mistress her life. Relax Mabel, for the few I've slain, he's slain countless of our kin. Her voice monotone and questionable. A heavy sigh sounded from her lips and she waved Mabel off. Excuse her. Her heart is in the right place. So... my brother's men are headed this way, what will you do? Her home would not be a battle ground. They are none of your concern. They will leave. On my order, or else. She did not know how she would make that happen without shedding her own kin's blood. Making her no better than the Lacceta sitting close to her. There had to be another way.