Fei
July 26th, 2014, 09:11 PM
Ten years later
The man was dressed in dark conservative colors so that he blended seamlessly with the night. His left hand was seated at the belt attached to his trim waist, an unstrung bow leaned against the sleekly muscled thigh of his right leg. His piercing eyes roamed the wide stretch of open land before him searching for their prey.
Lady Ruona was the title she'd borne when she'd lived within the walls of Luthoria some five years before. Few within the kingdom knew why Ruona and her father, one of the last Elders had been banished to the very outskirts of the land. He'd taken it upon himself to make that secret circle one or two members fewer.
Exiled from Luthoria and unaided by servants she was forced to attend to chores that had once been far below her station. Retreating further into the cover the dark forest provided, he watched her, his eyes giving nothing away.He noted the weary look on her pale face and slight slump in her shoulders.
At first glance he would've described her as a woman defeated, try as she might, she couldn't get a fire started. On what seemed to be a final attempt, the meager pile of dry wood began to crackle as the fire came alive.Ruona's fair oval face glowed in the firelight, her expression brightened with the small triumph. He smiled suddenly reminded of his baby sister. Though lively with a heart as pure as any 3 year old's Nela had been stubborn as a mule. A decade ago she'd been slaughtered like livestock on Christmas Eve. The smile on Cyan's face disappeared as though it had never been there.
The evening breeze had gathered momentum, defiantly lashing out at God's other creations. Dark clouds had materialized, partially obscuring the full moon. Closing his eyes, Cyan drew in a cleansing breath, he could already smell the rain. Unperturbed by the likelihood of a storm he continued to watch her through heavy lidded eyes.Staggering under the weight of a large pot and battling against the strong wind, Ruona made her way to a well. The light but full skirt she wore billowed about her legs and often threatened to deny them refuge altogether. Having had more than just a glimpse of slender shapely thighs Cyan felt his mouth go dry. Disgusted by his reaction, he looked away until Ruona had reached the well.
After bundling her skirt between her thighs she bent forward, preparing to draw water from the muddy depths of the well. After picking up his bow, his fingers made short work of stringing it. Reaching behind him, he retrieved an arrow from the quiver on his back and balanced it in his bow. He moved out of the cover of darkness and held his aim.He knew it was flawless, having put in more than enough practice. With an arrow through her heart Ruona would be dead before she hit the ground.
An aged man stumbled out of the dilapidated cottage behind the well, calling for Ruona. Cyan cursed fluidly as he was forced to retreat once again into the shadows to prevent detection. He lowered his bow as he dropped down next to a heavy oak tree and prepared to ride out the storm.
For now he would watch and wait, a shadow beneath the moonlight.
The man was dressed in dark conservative colors so that he blended seamlessly with the night. His left hand was seated at the belt attached to his trim waist, an unstrung bow leaned against the sleekly muscled thigh of his right leg. His piercing eyes roamed the wide stretch of open land before him searching for their prey.
Lady Ruona was the title she'd borne when she'd lived within the walls of Luthoria some five years before. Few within the kingdom knew why Ruona and her father, one of the last Elders had been banished to the very outskirts of the land. He'd taken it upon himself to make that secret circle one or two members fewer.
Exiled from Luthoria and unaided by servants she was forced to attend to chores that had once been far below her station. Retreating further into the cover the dark forest provided, he watched her, his eyes giving nothing away.He noted the weary look on her pale face and slight slump in her shoulders.
At first glance he would've described her as a woman defeated, try as she might, she couldn't get a fire started. On what seemed to be a final attempt, the meager pile of dry wood began to crackle as the fire came alive.Ruona's fair oval face glowed in the firelight, her expression brightened with the small triumph. He smiled suddenly reminded of his baby sister. Though lively with a heart as pure as any 3 year old's Nela had been stubborn as a mule. A decade ago she'd been slaughtered like livestock on Christmas Eve. The smile on Cyan's face disappeared as though it had never been there.
The evening breeze had gathered momentum, defiantly lashing out at God's other creations. Dark clouds had materialized, partially obscuring the full moon. Closing his eyes, Cyan drew in a cleansing breath, he could already smell the rain. Unperturbed by the likelihood of a storm he continued to watch her through heavy lidded eyes.Staggering under the weight of a large pot and battling against the strong wind, Ruona made her way to a well. The light but full skirt she wore billowed about her legs and often threatened to deny them refuge altogether. Having had more than just a glimpse of slender shapely thighs Cyan felt his mouth go dry. Disgusted by his reaction, he looked away until Ruona had reached the well.
After bundling her skirt between her thighs she bent forward, preparing to draw water from the muddy depths of the well. After picking up his bow, his fingers made short work of stringing it. Reaching behind him, he retrieved an arrow from the quiver on his back and balanced it in his bow. He moved out of the cover of darkness and held his aim.He knew it was flawless, having put in more than enough practice. With an arrow through her heart Ruona would be dead before she hit the ground.
An aged man stumbled out of the dilapidated cottage behind the well, calling for Ruona. Cyan cursed fluidly as he was forced to retreat once again into the shadows to prevent detection. He lowered his bow as he dropped down next to a heavy oak tree and prepared to ride out the storm.
For now he would watch and wait, a shadow beneath the moonlight.