Thread: Wandering souls

It was a windy night, the sharp air cutting through the closed windows. Forcing the house to moan and howl late into the evening. Sitting alone in the parlor she read quietly by firelight. A book stolen from the very library she was entrusted to watch over. It's thick leather binding spread between her plump thighs. She tore over the pages eagerly devouring each word. Further and further into the chapters her eyes wandered. Taking her from her quiet life to a planet far away...where women were nothing more then pleasurable beings, designed for the sole satisfaction of men. Hardly could she put the book down as she flipped the last page available, it seemed there should be more...that the book was unfinished in someway. Her long, dark, curling hair cascaded down her shoulders like sangoire ink ribboned against a pale blue sky. The silk kimono draped deep off her shoulders exposing the supple breasts wishing to break free of their binds. She sighed heavily, the robe slipping an inch or two further without notice. Her eyes glistened emerald green in the light of the roaring flames. A dream played in the back of her mind of someday being Mastered. She laughed a loud, shocking herself at the sound after such intense silence. Never yet had she met a man who could stand to speak with her for more than 5 minutes let alone could beat her at her own game. Intelligence was not becoming to most men her age. She looked at the case of weapons just beyond her reach. The glass door reflecting her image back at her she could see that she was not displeasing to the eye. It was merely her personality then that must be so intimidating. Sighing again she stood, letting the book fall from her lap to the plush cushions of her ornate love seat. It's red velvet a reminder to her of the lack of romance in her droll life. She couldn't help but wonder if she would be forever alone, wallowing in her silent misery day to day. Shaking her head and dropping her robe she shimmied from head to toe. Relaxing and releasing her pent up tension. Her pale, nude flesh glowing, her tattoo work crawling up her body like a dragon at its prey. She let her breathing calm and stood eyes closed for a moment before dropping to a sudden crouch and hovering just above the ground on her toes. Proceeding through the first several movements of her warm up she felt better, knowing at least some comfort in the tedious soreness her intense workouts brought to her. Suddenly a loud crash erupted in the background. A flash of blue light enveloped the room, a chilled wind extinguishing the roaring fire as the room seemed to sway beneath her. In one smooth motion Ilaria stood with a roll of her hips, swooping up her robe and placing it on her soft skin. From beneath the sofa appeared a 3 foot sword which she now held at the ready, her feet braced her breathing quickened but steady. Before the very air seemed to rip apart, the blue light intensifying even as she watched. Without warning a massive gust of wind blew through the very space that produced the intense glow. It swarmed around the room as if with intention before returning to its source, carrying her struggling body with it...