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

The candles flickered in the sconces upon the walls. The sound of shuffling feet and heavy boots hitting the hard wood floors seemed to echo throughout the estate. Cries and yelling from women and men alike. One woman in particular seemed to stand out amongst the people. The house was vast and servants carried buckets of water and random medical supplies in and out of rooms. Guards hoisted men over their shoulders or carried them between two by ankles and wrists. Every bed, bench, chair, and ample floor space was taken up by a body. Knife wounds, bullet wounds, and broken bones alike. Her kin and their kin all under one roof. Ebony locks cascaded about her bare shoulders. A simple gown with the petticoats removed from beneath, helping the thin attire with the maneuvering she had to do. This night was one of the worse. Rosalyn was unsure as to how many more people she could take in. The smell of blood hung thick in the air and it broke her heart that not all could be saved. Ivory skin glistened with sweat in the candle light. The lanterns were all in the rooms with the patients as they were patched. Emerald eyes hazed over with weariness. The noble woman blended in with the servants and soldiers and enemies who lay scattered about her own home. Her generous bust heaved as the tension in the room mounted. Emerald eyes rested on a man upon the floor. One of the worst to have come in. The lithe female's soft and tender hands coated in blood. An enemy's blood. A cloth was dabbed at the male's chest as a single finger buried into a wound and a shard of glass was pulled out. A woman handed her a needle and thread and Rosa went to work, despite the groaning and the thrashing. Eventually he had to be held down until she was done. Lady Beaumont!! A young male bellowed from somewhere within her home. Lyonel!! In the study!! The young lad hopped over bodies and dodged the servants to find his mistress and knelled over and panted before he could finally give her the good news. They .... they h-have ceased the attacks for the time being. M'Lady. This bit of news elicited a massive sigh of relief. The emerald eyed female roamed the halls to take in just how many people she had taken in. At the looks of things, she could not take anyone else into this home. There was no other place to put anyone, save for her own bed and.... that had to be an extreme case. For the night her men would watch over the healing soldiers in a rotating shift. The last thing she wanted was a war starting up within the walls of her home. Her neutrality had been respected thus far, but who knew how long that would last. One of the maids had urged the noble lady to rest her head, but her adrenaline was pumping far too hard for her to lay her head to rest, just yet. The subtle curves of her body clung to the breathing fabric of her dress. At some point her shoes had been long since abandoned. Rosa's poor petite feet were screaming from prolonged use. Blood was washed from her creamy skin, but flecks and blotches remained on the bust of her gown. A ruby hung from a gold chain and rested in the valley of her generous bust. Out of nervousness and lack of sleep, her fingers fumbled with the gem. A gift from her late father. This night had to come to an end and it never seemed to be anytime soon. Slender fingers raked through her raven mane. Eyes laden with fatigue as she her heart continued to race beneath her very bosom. Unfortunately there was still the possibility that someone could walk through her door. Her brothers loved their sister. Ever since their father's death her brothers have been doing nothing but spill blood from the safety of their homes. Rosalyn had had enough of it and moved. Her brothers thought that her little neutrality would make no dent in their progress to eliminating the Lacceta. Rosa was bred with a distaste for the Laccta, but she didn't think that it warranted the cost of a life. Still there seemed to be little she could do, but wait the war out.