shadowknux
May 17th, 2008, 08:53 PM
Yup, bored and fed up so I thought to myself, what the hell, ill post a random sample from a story I work on now and then when I feel like it and see what people think! And...That basically explains it.
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Samuel adjusted his favourite hat as he ascended the rise, the war torn village coming into view. It was in quite a cosy spot, the kind of village where a traveller would be made welcome. He liked little villages like this one a lot, they were peaceful places where people lived simple lives. A welcome break from the harsh chains of his homeland, he remembered one little village like this one with a friendly innkeeper. He had a cute, fat wife that cooked the finest damn apple pie he had ever tasted, the innkeeper was fat too, probably a victim of his wife’s cooking.
Under ordinary circumstances that thought would have brought forth a chuckle. However, Samuel was in no mood for chuckling when he tought that this village had probably housed people like that, living their peaceful and simple lives. Until a bunch of barbarians let off the leash by Ghodan to spread his terror decided to use it as their layground. There seemed to be few bodies so it seemed like the villages had ran for it, reducing a cozy village to an empty shell. Well, it wasn’t completely empty…He was happy to see that he had finally caught up with Nightshade, who was currently topless. Even though she was currently in the act of wiping disinfectant onto a nasty looking wound, that little fact failed to ruin his arousal.
“Stop staring…” Said Nightshade in a bored tone. “It gets boring after a while.”
Jerked out of his pleasant haze Samuel strode over and sat opposite her, looking into her eyes his gaze went down to her wound.
‘Yes focus on the WOUND beneath the bust Samuel…’ He thought to himself. ‘Yes beneath the bust, the perfectly shaped…DAMMIT SAMUEL, the wound!’
“So…uh…I could stitch that for you if you like…” He stated lamely.
“I am a warrior of the shadows, a Death Stalker…” Replied Nightshade with what looked like mostly annoyance in her expression with perhaps a slight tincture of amusement. “I have been trained since I could walk in all aspects of combat…I have cleaned the wound and it is not very deep, though I made sure Damocles would cut deep enough for plenty of blood to show and overexcite him…”
It was then that Samuel realised that the grass a little to the right of Nightshade was stained dark red with congealed blood, the source being the cut throat of a dead body there. With the red cape, Samuel recognised him as General Damocles, he had seen him before when he first came into Ioka. At that moment the full extent of what Nightshade had just said struck him.
“Wait…” He exclaimed in a surprised tone. “You LET him cut you?”
”It made him overconfident…” Explained Nightshade. “The fact he had evaded two of my manoeuvres previously only served to add to that confidence. When I thought how he had dodged those two attempts on his life I realised that his confidence would be high and judging by his eager personality he wouldn’t realise I let him cut me so long as I didn’t make it obvious, now full to bursting with confidence he didn’t see my final move and it cost him his life…”
“Wow...” Said Samuel obviously quite impressed. “You’re a strategic little bee ain’t ya?”
“Warriors who can think on their feet last longer...” Replied Nightshade as she began threading her wound with stitches.
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Samuel adjusted his favourite hat as he ascended the rise, the war torn village coming into view. It was in quite a cosy spot, the kind of village where a traveller would be made welcome. He liked little villages like this one a lot, they were peaceful places where people lived simple lives. A welcome break from the harsh chains of his homeland, he remembered one little village like this one with a friendly innkeeper. He had a cute, fat wife that cooked the finest damn apple pie he had ever tasted, the innkeeper was fat too, probably a victim of his wife’s cooking.
Under ordinary circumstances that thought would have brought forth a chuckle. However, Samuel was in no mood for chuckling when he tought that this village had probably housed people like that, living their peaceful and simple lives. Until a bunch of barbarians let off the leash by Ghodan to spread his terror decided to use it as their layground. There seemed to be few bodies so it seemed like the villages had ran for it, reducing a cozy village to an empty shell. Well, it wasn’t completely empty…He was happy to see that he had finally caught up with Nightshade, who was currently topless. Even though she was currently in the act of wiping disinfectant onto a nasty looking wound, that little fact failed to ruin his arousal.
“Stop staring…” Said Nightshade in a bored tone. “It gets boring after a while.”
Jerked out of his pleasant haze Samuel strode over and sat opposite her, looking into her eyes his gaze went down to her wound.
‘Yes focus on the WOUND beneath the bust Samuel…’ He thought to himself. ‘Yes beneath the bust, the perfectly shaped…DAMMIT SAMUEL, the wound!’
“So…uh…I could stitch that for you if you like…” He stated lamely.
“I am a warrior of the shadows, a Death Stalker…” Replied Nightshade with what looked like mostly annoyance in her expression with perhaps a slight tincture of amusement. “I have been trained since I could walk in all aspects of combat…I have cleaned the wound and it is not very deep, though I made sure Damocles would cut deep enough for plenty of blood to show and overexcite him…”
It was then that Samuel realised that the grass a little to the right of Nightshade was stained dark red with congealed blood, the source being the cut throat of a dead body there. With the red cape, Samuel recognised him as General Damocles, he had seen him before when he first came into Ioka. At that moment the full extent of what Nightshade had just said struck him.
“Wait…” He exclaimed in a surprised tone. “You LET him cut you?”
”It made him overconfident…” Explained Nightshade. “The fact he had evaded two of my manoeuvres previously only served to add to that confidence. When I thought how he had dodged those two attempts on his life I realised that his confidence would be high and judging by his eager personality he wouldn’t realise I let him cut me so long as I didn’t make it obvious, now full to bursting with confidence he didn’t see my final move and it cost him his life…”
“Wow...” Said Samuel obviously quite impressed. “You’re a strategic little bee ain’t ya?”
“Warriors who can think on their feet last longer...” Replied Nightshade as she began threading her wound with stitches.