Post by Jess on Feb 27, 2006 23:06:12 GMT -5
The stars sparkled in the sky like diamonds, the clouds were sparce and the moon was out in full this evening, embracing the dark land with its calming prescense. A lone tree sat in the middle of this plain, which was surrounded by a large dark and scary forest oddly enough, and a woman stood underneath the tree.
She held a young babe in her arm's, rocking it slowly back and forth as a soft tear fell from her eye. "Shh...mother is here....nothing will happen..." She said, smiling as the baby closed its eye's and slowly drifted to sleep.
She laid her daughter down on a small patch of moss in the bough of the tree and stretched a bit, cracking her aching bones from the day's run. She looked down at her hands, the small claw-like nails protruding from her fingers and sobbed a bit. "Since you've been born...my hands have never smelt like anything but blood...but I shall still keep you safe..." She say's, look up at her sleeping child.
But her smile quickly disperses as she hears something nearby, and she snaps into a fighter's crouch and flicks her wrists to get her daggers in place. "I won't let anyone harm you..." She whispers softly, her words being carried on the wind to her babes ear's, which twitch a bit.
She looks around, eye's peeled for trouble, but spots nothing. Her body relaxes a bit but she still remains ready...prepared...waiting for the moment when things were go from calm to ugly and she'd be forced to kill again.
She suddenly heard a twig snap, and looked into the direction of the sound, a tear coming from her eye, and lashing out with her whip-like dagger and chain....
She held a young babe in her arm's, rocking it slowly back and forth as a soft tear fell from her eye. "Shh...mother is here....nothing will happen..." She said, smiling as the baby closed its eye's and slowly drifted to sleep.
She laid her daughter down on a small patch of moss in the bough of the tree and stretched a bit, cracking her aching bones from the day's run. She looked down at her hands, the small claw-like nails protruding from her fingers and sobbed a bit. "Since you've been born...my hands have never smelt like anything but blood...but I shall still keep you safe..." She say's, look up at her sleeping child.
But her smile quickly disperses as she hears something nearby, and she snaps into a fighter's crouch and flicks her wrists to get her daggers in place. "I won't let anyone harm you..." She whispers softly, her words being carried on the wind to her babes ear's, which twitch a bit.
She looks around, eye's peeled for trouble, but spots nothing. Her body relaxes a bit but she still remains ready...prepared...waiting for the moment when things were go from calm to ugly and she'd be forced to kill again.
She suddenly heard a twig snap, and looked into the direction of the sound, a tear coming from her eye, and lashing out with her whip-like dagger and chain....
