Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

Her heels clicked against the floor as she moved, brilliant green eyes sweeping across the world outside the windows. The world outside them seemed a far sigh from what was going on inside that room. War waged outside it, no matter where she looked. However her heart was cold to it after years of living through it, of seeing family and friends killed before her. It made no difference now, who died and who won. All that mattered was that she followed her orders right down to the T. Did what she was assigned to do and go back victorious. It was all her life had come down to, giving and taking orders. A rather boring life if you had to ask her. None had even come close to defeating her yet and as she watched the war rage on she could already tell that the enemy forces were falling back, dying off one by one until there was nothing left to do but surrender. The moment that happened she moved, heels clicking across those wooden boards as she headed through the door and down the ladder. Dust kicked up when her heels hit the dirt, gloved hands dusting her brown skirt off before she turned and started to make her way to the front lines. By the time she got there her troops had already lined up the ones that had surrendered, her cold green eyes slipping across them as she headed over. Instantly her troops came to attention, all eyes on her as they watched her walk over. She couldn't blame them. Her five six form was striking, tiny waist and big bust line. Along with her long deep and rich brown hair that was always pulled up and into a bun. The skirt showed off her almost perfect legs, only marred by a few small scars from wars past. They were reminders now, of failed attempts on her life. All in all Jazmine was a fine piece of work. From her head to her toes. Reaching up she lifted her hat off her head, acting as if she was flicking off a piece of dirt from it before she looked back to the kneeling line of captured foes. You! She pointed to one of her own soldiers, using one perfectly white gloved finger to point to him. Is this all of the prisoners. The man instantly went into a salute, giving her a nod. Yes, Sir! She didn't smile at his response, turning from him and looking to the line once again. Good. Then we shall dispose of these filthy creatures. She snorted, turning to head back towards the guard house as her soldiers moved to do as ordered. Her feet didn't even falter as she headed back, barely even giving the prisoners a glance as she continued. That is until something caught her eyes. Her feet faltered, her heart jumped and an undeniable urge to posses over took her. Slowly she turned, anger dancing in her green eyes as she looked from one prisoner to the next. Nothing. For the first few there was nothing and then.. it happened again. It took her breath away and made her pulse dance. Blinking a few times she stared at the man, trying to figure out what it was that made her feel this way. For the moment she couldn't figure it out but she couldn't just walk away now. It was as if an order from her heart, telling her -no- ordering her to possess the man. Moving forward she grabbed the man by his face, forcing him to look her straight on. Her eyes looked his face over, soiling her glove in the process. The soldiers came to a stand still once again, staring at her as if she had gone crazy. Her, above anyone else, believed these people to be below her. To be even lower than dirt. Touching one was out of the question, let alone giving them more than a passing glance. But here she was, touching one, staring at one. It was as if the world came to a stand still in those moments for the soldiers, all wondering what had gotten into her. With a scoff she pulled away from him, grimacing at her glove as if she had just touched something disgusting. Bring this one to my tent. For a moment no one moved, surprise on a few soldiers faces. She must of gone crazy. Did You Hear What I Said! Her fierce gaze turned to the man closest to her, watching him jump as she grabbed the sword hanging from her side and pointed it at him. Now. She hissed the word, eyes narrowing. The last thing she was going to do was repeat herself. The soldier scrambled forward, grabbing the man by his arms which were tied behind him, dragging him in the direction the general had been going in before she had stopped. They were far from the camp but she was more than certain she would see him in her tent when she got back there later. A slight smirk slipped onto her lips, watching a few more soldiers move over to help take the man back. Honestly she didn't care how many men it took to get the bastard to where she wanted him. Placing her hat on her head she turned once again, sheathing her sword once more and using a hand to motion for the men to continue. She could use this bit of entertainment. Use the time it would take the bastard. Because that was what she was going to do, find any angle she could use to figure out what the hell intrigued her so much about him.