Thread: A Change of Body, A Change of Heart ( MercuryKnight777 & CutePhoenix )

The men jsut laughed again, and the one behind her delivered a sharp open-handed slap to her ass. Shut the fuck up! You ain't no fuckin' Princess with that mouth, and you really think we wanna haul some dumb cunt around with us, making sure ya don't cut our throats in our sleep?! This is yer last night, girly! Accept it! Just as he pulled back to thrust violently into her and deliver a pain like no other, the tavern door opened. The figure that entered took only two steps before she stopped with a small gasp. Little could be seen of her. She wore a long hooded cloak of the purest white. It went all the way to the ground, not even her feet could be seen. The only part of her body that could be seen, in fact, was the lower half of her face. The hood hung over her eyes, though she seemed to see through the opaque material just fine. Her skin was light brown, not matching the golden strands of hair that hung down over the large swell at the chest of her robe. Though her body couldn't be seen, Her perfectly formed lips, cheeks, and chin hinted at a woman of extreme beauty. Her lips pursed as the men all looked towards her. The door seemed to close on it's own, the banging noise ominous and signalling the death to come. She spoke calmly and firmly, her honey sweet voice delivering a demand. Let them go and leave. The bandits broke into the biggest laugh of the evening. Thank the heavens, the leader stepped away from the girl and pulled his pants up. Her torment would be, at the very least, delayed. But the others kept holding her down as the man with the rum eyed up the new prospect. Ohhhh... and why should we? Hmmmm... lookit this, boys.. The Gods must truly favor us! THREE lovely ladies! He chuckled, reaching out towards the cloaked figure's face. But she took a step back, recoiling from his touch with a hiss. Do not TOUCH me, scum! LEAVE! NOW! He grinned at her, signalling to the two behind the bar. Three is too much. Kill the ugly one. The slash of the knife was followed by the tavern's owner's hands around her own throat, gurgling and trying without success to hold in her life force as she fell to the ground. It was the act that sealed the men's fate. The cloak was tossed back, the illusion of the spell broken. For it was truly wings wrapped around herself, not a cloak. The woman beneath was physical perfection. Her curves were narrow and wide in all of the right places. Her face was like an angel's. That lovely brown skin was without a single scar or blemish, and her golden hair was long and flowed like a river behind her. Her clothes were scant, like the outfit of a belly dancer, with a semi-transparent skirt and tassles dangling from her top above her exposed midriff. A curved sword was attached to her hip, a foreign weapon from a land of desert people who shared her skin coloration though there typically darker and did not have her gorgeous gold hair or green eyes. The battle was swift, brutal, and decisive. The men were so stunned that the leader hadn't even had time to wipe the stupid look off his face before his head hit the ground, followed by his body. The others drew their swords after the initial shock and charged her, screaming. She fought them as if she were dancing, bending and swaying through slashing steel like a practiced routine. There was unequaled beauty in her form as her scimitar cut them down. With but three cuts including the one that had killed the leader, all five men lay dead at her feet. She wasted no time in running to the woman, whose skin was growing cold and pale. Her convulsions were dying down as she faded from this life, spiraling downwards into darkness, wondering when her husband would appear to guide her to their final reward. The darkness never came as the angelic woman removed the woman's hand and clasped her own around her slit throat. Warm light flowed from her palm, and the woman gasped anew as her skin's color returned. Still laying in a pool of her own blood she coughed violently as Ezri's hand moved away from her throat, now bloody but whole and undamaged as if she'd never been hurt. She tries to spit out thanks to the woman among her traumatize sobs, but the paladin simply shushed her and stroked her hair, smiling warmly to her before looking to the red-haired girl and speaking in a compassionate voice. Are you alright over there? I hope I was not too late.