Post by enchantress on Oct 10, 2012 23:14:04 GMT -4
A gruff man, roughly 6"4" with broad shoulders, scurried like a beaten dog to the Enchantress's chambers, where she sat at her vanity in a gorgeous, flowing white and green gown, expecting his presence.
She brushed her golden, flowing hair with a silver comb, looking into the mirror...both at her own reflection to bask in her flawlessness, and at his presence behind her.
"Yes?" her voice cut through the air, clear amongst the man's heavy breathing.
"Enchantress, I was...unsuccessful at the duty you asked me to perform." his voice wavered, barely forcing the sentence out of his mouth.
She paused brushing her hair, and gently set the brush on the vanity desk.
"Unsuccessful? How can this be?" her voice spoke in a low, calm tone, seemingly pleasant but dripping with venom as she looked at his reflection.
color=brown]"I tried...but...there were so many eyes to see, and I would surely have been killed!"[/color] he stuttered.
"Was it ever once said that you would get out alive?" she asked coldly, her piercing gaze shifting concentration to his reflection only as his eyes widened in fear.
Amora rose slowly from her vanity's stool seat, pulled her long hair to fall over one shoulder, and turned to the large-framed man standing in her chambers.
"When I charged you with this duty, I gave a generous price. I did not doubt your abilities, and I did not ask for your loyalty. No. I simply asked this small favor and you accepted to serve my purpose to the extent of your ability and resources...yet here you are standing, and I am without results..." she drew a few steps closer to the man, watching his nerves build as he shook all the way down to his bones.
"What to do...what to do..." she whispered ominously, to which the man replied in begging and pleading for his life. Something to the effect that it 'wasn't his fault' and he 'gave it everything he could'.
But that...was a lie. He still had his life, didn't he? How selfish...
"Calm your nerves, assassin...take comfort in the fact that they will not evade the next attempt..." she said, taking pleasure in the fact that he actually began to feel at ease...what a fool.
"Which, unfortunately, you will not be around to see..." she reveled in horror that struck his eyes suddenly in reaction to her innuendo.
She watched as the man in front of her began to writhe in pain, eventually falling to his knees on the floor, gasping for life. He was slowly burning to death from the inside, out. In a minute, his whole being was engulfed in flames and reduced to smoldering ashes on her floor.
Amora called two maidens to her chambers, to which they hastily responded by appearing in front of her within a matter of seconds.
"Clean this mess up." she commanded.
A young, and curious maiden's voice rang timidly in a question,
"What....what is this, milady?"
Amora turned to look down at her. She would excuse the maiden for speaking out of turn this once because of her youthful ignorance...
"Disappointment."
And with that, the long train on her dress billowed behind her as she walked out of her chamber doors.
She brushed her golden, flowing hair with a silver comb, looking into the mirror...both at her own reflection to bask in her flawlessness, and at his presence behind her.
"Yes?" her voice cut through the air, clear amongst the man's heavy breathing.
"Enchantress, I was...unsuccessful at the duty you asked me to perform." his voice wavered, barely forcing the sentence out of his mouth.
She paused brushing her hair, and gently set the brush on the vanity desk.
"Unsuccessful? How can this be?" her voice spoke in a low, calm tone, seemingly pleasant but dripping with venom as she looked at his reflection.
color=brown]"I tried...but...there were so many eyes to see, and I would surely have been killed!"[/color] he stuttered.
"Was it ever once said that you would get out alive?" she asked coldly, her piercing gaze shifting concentration to his reflection only as his eyes widened in fear.
Amora rose slowly from her vanity's stool seat, pulled her long hair to fall over one shoulder, and turned to the large-framed man standing in her chambers.
"When I charged you with this duty, I gave a generous price. I did not doubt your abilities, and I did not ask for your loyalty. No. I simply asked this small favor and you accepted to serve my purpose to the extent of your ability and resources...yet here you are standing, and I am without results..." she drew a few steps closer to the man, watching his nerves build as he shook all the way down to his bones.
"What to do...what to do..." she whispered ominously, to which the man replied in begging and pleading for his life. Something to the effect that it 'wasn't his fault' and he 'gave it everything he could'.
But that...was a lie. He still had his life, didn't he? How selfish...
"Calm your nerves, assassin...take comfort in the fact that they will not evade the next attempt..." she said, taking pleasure in the fact that he actually began to feel at ease...what a fool.
"Which, unfortunately, you will not be around to see..." she reveled in horror that struck his eyes suddenly in reaction to her innuendo.
She watched as the man in front of her began to writhe in pain, eventually falling to his knees on the floor, gasping for life. He was slowly burning to death from the inside, out. In a minute, his whole being was engulfed in flames and reduced to smoldering ashes on her floor.
Amora called two maidens to her chambers, to which they hastily responded by appearing in front of her within a matter of seconds.
"Clean this mess up." she commanded.
A young, and curious maiden's voice rang timidly in a question,
"What....what is this, milady?"
Amora turned to look down at her. She would excuse the maiden for speaking out of turn this once because of her youthful ignorance...
"Disappointment."
And with that, the long train on her dress billowed behind her as she walked out of her chamber doors.