Post by x.Wolf.x on Feb 21, 2007 21:09:13 GMT -5
Shocked? Yes, very shocked as Peter's return of hand but she didn't give him the pleasure of showing a single expression. No fear, shock or anger and believe me when I say it, she was good at hiding all emotion after being hit. After all, her father hit her daily if only to see the look of anguish on her face after wards. At around age ten, she gave up all emotion toward her father and since then after being slapped, hit or even kicked she showed no emotion. Usually, she’d kill any mad daring enough to even raise a hand toward her. Her dagger would have been driven deep into his throat within seconds and she’d be there until he finally bled to death through the small puncture wound on his neck. Believe her when she thought it too, she’s done it countless times before…to both enemies and allies. For now however, she merely let her gaze fall away from Peter completely and into the forest. She would spare his life and consider it payback, after all he saved her life twice so she was indebted to him and this would be counted as the first time she ‘saved’ his life. Even so, her hand slid back to her dagger. The only one out of four that she hadn’t used in battle yet, the dagger lined with gold and etched in it was the scene of a human slaying a vampire. When Autumn turned twelve, she had driven the dagger deep into her father’s back and then twisted it around completely until she was certain he was dead and gone. This, twisted with many countless turns of fate, was just the beginning of her untold past. Of her bloody mess that she called home. Ever wonder how a girl ever came to be such a stubborn warrior? Ever wonder why, out of the thousands of men in the field she lead them all and was the only female amongst the fighters? Her past had every single to do with it. She fought because she only knew that and that alone, she only knew of killing…not love or friendship as many girls her age. No, while girls her age spent their hours coloring their lips, doing their hair, wondering what to wear with what and what guy to go out with….she was on the battle field asking questions such as ‘will I live to see tomorrow?’ or ‘how much more blood will I lose to finally die?’.
Tomorrow, the moment she woke up she would bath in the nearby lake and then leave Peter alone again. For a moment, she considered asking him to join her army, even if only to heal her injured warriors but just as quickly, she dropped the thought completely. It was obvious that Peter wouldn’t bother himself with war. No. He rather hang out here, alone with only himself to keep company. Though, like him she had no friends really. She merely commanded them, not befriended them. And though she fought alongside them, she knew not of their name or family at home nor did she care much to know. Befriending anyone while in the midst of fighting a war only brought complications and the need to save their very life in the fields, even if it meant your own. This and countless other reasons, she avoided speaking with them unless it was that of commands or war. Never did she ask of their pasts.
Heaving a sigh, she fell back on the ground. Not caring if she hit her head or not. Already, laying around here she had become bored. Bored with this place and Peter. He had become way to predictable. Either way, she replied. "Oh come now Peter. It's war, true no side really wins but.....then again one side DOES win. At least that's what men believe.......if you wipe the entire population off one side, you win."
Tomorrow, the moment she woke up she would bath in the nearby lake and then leave Peter alone again. For a moment, she considered asking him to join her army, even if only to heal her injured warriors but just as quickly, she dropped the thought completely. It was obvious that Peter wouldn’t bother himself with war. No. He rather hang out here, alone with only himself to keep company. Though, like him she had no friends really. She merely commanded them, not befriended them. And though she fought alongside them, she knew not of their name or family at home nor did she care much to know. Befriending anyone while in the midst of fighting a war only brought complications and the need to save their very life in the fields, even if it meant your own. This and countless other reasons, she avoided speaking with them unless it was that of commands or war. Never did she ask of their pasts.
Heaving a sigh, she fell back on the ground. Not caring if she hit her head or not. Already, laying around here she had become bored. Bored with this place and Peter. He had become way to predictable. Either way, she replied. "Oh come now Peter. It's war, true no side really wins but.....then again one side DOES win. At least that's what men believe.......if you wipe the entire population off one side, you win."