Post by ambiancedreams on Sept 8, 2006 14:41:16 GMT -5
There in the depths of her manor, she would seem to be focusing on her weponry this evening. Tightening the fine horse hairs that held her bow together, grunting and growling a little as she worked with the bow, mind replaying past events within her head. Only for her thoughts to be crashed through by the timid paige she had forced to keep watch over incoming messages, as well as delievering all outgoing messages. There were quite a great deal of messages that had been delivered to her in the dark of this night, more than she was really expecting. However, two articles of mail were marked "Unholy" which of course struck her curiosity.
Thin hands would put the fine horse string, bow, and tightening utensil down, before she reached out to the very first missive. Hands taking hold of it for a moment, pausing for a moment before that thumb of hers rollded back underneath the creases of the envelope, which protected the letter. Opening it slowly before she took out the main part of the main, carefully. Only then after, to unfold it, chartreuse hues running along it, a slight startled jump back at the hideous way the ToW seemed to have been written, she mumbled to herself "who in hells name would send such a hideous missive"? For a moment she was convinced that her commanders had lost their minds. Only for her eyes to roam down to see the ink which had been sloppily wrote at the bottom of such parchment and she groaned again "SEVEN".
The groan emmited from her because this guild, in her opinion, was like little gnats. They just didn't go away, and the HC was the most obnoxious. A and there her eyes ran over the missive once again before she cleared her throat and took a deep breath. There it was again, she had been having dreams of death lately, of blood spilled, and bodies slaughtered lately. It was like her good friend, Lady Death, had been sending her premonitions of good tidings. Well good tidings for LaNassa anyway.
Long legs would carry her over to the window, which was concealed by double french doors, hand crafted by a good friend of hers. The handles and lining detailed by that of the bones of those she had defeated in battle. Now she stepped through the door and stepped outside to leave a message for the wind, the dark wind nymphs about would see that it crossed the right ears. "For many nights I have dreamt of death's kiss upon a land. I have seen blood shed, and fear. Everywhere I have gone lately, I could smell it near, it's so close it makes my very being grow with anticipation." Her hand balled up into a fist as her eyes looked out into the dark of night, chartreuse hues making daggers. "But I have long been anticipating this war, and am prepared to kill all the bastards. The message that death has for this has been long ado. They have trampled upon the wrong lands. They have crossed the wrong path, and for that they deserve ever gruesome outcome of what fate has waiting for them."
She paused for a moment looking over her shoulder seeing her paige standing there in the distance, abit behind her. Holding the other letter against his chest, as he listned to her cutting words. She smirked a twisted little smirk at him as she moved in closer "Boy, haven't I told you not to linger about when I am trapped within my thoughts?!" Her hand raised as she glared in his direction, hand raising as if she were going to strike him, but instead jerked the unopened unholy message from him, ripping it open.
Chartries hues ran over the meassage before her hand balled into a tight fist, crushing it once more an she nodded. "They will be annihilated, I need to find something to deal with this anticipation that is brewing inside of me." She left the french doors open, but stepped back away from the balcony, moving back deeper into the room, to gather her bow into her hands, as well as the tightening device, working on making the hairs tigher, but not too tight, as to not pop. "I suppose for the moment, all I can do is prepare. However, I think our foe is sadily mistaken if they think that they have a chance. They are going to get demolished." A twisted smile reappeared and she looked to her paige, cutting her eyes, dismissing him with that cold glare. As he scurried out she went back to working on her weaponry.
Thin hands would put the fine horse string, bow, and tightening utensil down, before she reached out to the very first missive. Hands taking hold of it for a moment, pausing for a moment before that thumb of hers rollded back underneath the creases of the envelope, which protected the letter. Opening it slowly before she took out the main part of the main, carefully. Only then after, to unfold it, chartreuse hues running along it, a slight startled jump back at the hideous way the ToW seemed to have been written, she mumbled to herself "who in hells name would send such a hideous missive"? For a moment she was convinced that her commanders had lost their minds. Only for her eyes to roam down to see the ink which had been sloppily wrote at the bottom of such parchment and she groaned again "SEVEN".
The groan emmited from her because this guild, in her opinion, was like little gnats. They just didn't go away, and the HC was the most obnoxious. A and there her eyes ran over the missive once again before she cleared her throat and took a deep breath. There it was again, she had been having dreams of death lately, of blood spilled, and bodies slaughtered lately. It was like her good friend, Lady Death, had been sending her premonitions of good tidings. Well good tidings for LaNassa anyway.
Long legs would carry her over to the window, which was concealed by double french doors, hand crafted by a good friend of hers. The handles and lining detailed by that of the bones of those she had defeated in battle. Now she stepped through the door and stepped outside to leave a message for the wind, the dark wind nymphs about would see that it crossed the right ears. "For many nights I have dreamt of death's kiss upon a land. I have seen blood shed, and fear. Everywhere I have gone lately, I could smell it near, it's so close it makes my very being grow with anticipation." Her hand balled up into a fist as her eyes looked out into the dark of night, chartreuse hues making daggers. "But I have long been anticipating this war, and am prepared to kill all the bastards. The message that death has for this has been long ado. They have trampled upon the wrong lands. They have crossed the wrong path, and for that they deserve ever gruesome outcome of what fate has waiting for them."
She paused for a moment looking over her shoulder seeing her paige standing there in the distance, abit behind her. Holding the other letter against his chest, as he listned to her cutting words. She smirked a twisted little smirk at him as she moved in closer "Boy, haven't I told you not to linger about when I am trapped within my thoughts?!" Her hand raised as she glared in his direction, hand raising as if she were going to strike him, but instead jerked the unopened unholy message from him, ripping it open.
Chartries hues ran over the meassage before her hand balled into a tight fist, crushing it once more an she nodded. "They will be annihilated, I need to find something to deal with this anticipation that is brewing inside of me." She left the french doors open, but stepped back away from the balcony, moving back deeper into the room, to gather her bow into her hands, as well as the tightening device, working on making the hairs tigher, but not too tight, as to not pop. "I suppose for the moment, all I can do is prepare. However, I think our foe is sadily mistaken if they think that they have a chance. They are going to get demolished." A twisted smile reappeared and she looked to her paige, cutting her eyes, dismissing him with that cold glare. As he scurried out she went back to working on her weaponry.