Thread: Sweet and Sadistic. DivinexKarma.

She did not remember the last time coming to an area where the surrounding high fields held lavender plants growing on them, her light blue eyes could see, even as dusk took over to the sky and eventually night would come. The farmers here cropped their fields with pride, surely they rose up from sun end to sun down, that was the life to one born in a small village, even she remembered such a time, well before the latter years. Now, it served as a distance memory locked away in a mind gone. Little emotion played upon her beautiful face, actually none. Her rounded eyes were drawn closed. The darkened powder shadow coated the sensitive skin beneath her thin eyebrows, the woman's full lips parted slowly, her slender fingers touched the lavender rubbing it between them. There was a slight chill in the air. Re-opening her eyes, there are a striking blue, not far from where she stood shoeless, came the outline to wooden homes, she counted ten in total, distant of one another, yet together made up a village and in the background were the vast mountains. One would have to travel a while to reach them. This village was in the middle of no where, should something bad happen then no one would be able to seek out help and it wasn't even on her agenda to stop here but leaving the group behind, the seemingly angelic woman happened upon it as she crossed into the fields listless. It was a quaint village. Probably never knowing true hardships or what was to come. She picked some lavender enclosing it in her palm then brought it under her nose. Once again her eyes closed, she tossed down the plant letting it blow in the wind as she strolled forward, her elegant thin strap dress, nearing her ankles bowing up as she walked. Her hair, was a chestnut color, long, touching against her shoulders. Glancing up a second, she saw the sky's dark pink and blue ultimately vanish to the blackness and it was in those homes where she saw lanterns and candles flicker alive within the windows. Voices could be heard behind her as well as in the villager, the wretched people bidding one another well for the night or some making frequent trips to a tavern, that is if one was available. She could use a drink. Some strong ale. Still, very little emotion worked it's way onto her face coming near the first home. Syla stepped on her toes peeking inside one window where flames danced upon candles, her view captured only a kitchen, plates were on the wooden table, some still containing food. Mugs most likely emptied of the ale. Where had the occupants gone? She lowered back down on her feet. The lavender fields were now replaced with dirt. Her head tilted to the side. Looking back over her shoulders, she saw shadows, individuals coming through the fields as quietly as possible. Those devoted to her. Worried. Coming to her aid, they knew what she wanted. What she came to do the moment her striking blue eyes resided on the otherwise nameless village. Syla came to collect. She whirled around leaning back against the home, blinking in the darkness. A strong spring scent awakened her. He appeared close. Silent as not to give away their presence to the villagers. His voice was low. The obedience spoken by his title to her. Mistress. The white-haired servant took her hand, bowing, he brought it to his lips in a kiss. His head raised to look up at her, his own hues colored as amber. Syla withdrew her hand. I want everyone here. Leave no one behind. Burn the useless remnants. Her voice is cold. Uncaring. Anyone more trouble than they are worth, bring them to me. I will have a look around. Do you understand me? Yes Mistress. He nodded. As he crouched, his white hair pressed against his face. He turned. Three others appeared out of the darkness bowing toward Syla whom looked elsewhere. The four whispered amongst themselves how to take the village. Pincer it in. Attack with a flank on all sides. The woman did not pay any attention to them. She held up the ends to her dress walking around the house with her hand to the wood, touching against it. She heard some laughter somewhere then abruptly it stopped. She reached around the house, leaning against it with her arms crossed seeing some villagers making their way home, no one noticed her yet. She was observing. From the home she leaned against, someone came outside, standing on the porch. It looked like a man, the outline. At this time, those under her were moving to surround the entire village. The group of four multiplied into forty. And so it begins. Syla whispered. Immediately on uttering those words, homes were torches were lit up and thrown to homes setting the small fires to grow more.