The Feminine Fatality: Stray

by Huntress Dream

She thought with her death it would mean the end. A chance to be at peace. But another has some thing else in mind, given a gift. It's brought new life and a chance at freedom, but at what cost...?

1. Chapter 1

This is a story that I was inspired to write by Baran3 and her The Cat And The Spider; let it said that neither I nor the Baran own The Forgotten Realms or any characters from it. Enjoy!

The Feminine Fatality:

Stray

Chapter: Feline Mystique

She raised her mace to smash his skull; from his position on the floor, he spun off his knees and leaned back. The mace flew over his face "whooshing" as it passed. Her world moved into a crawl, her weapon fell from limp fingers, she gasped in surprise. Looking down she saw the blade, his blade plunged into her breast, into her heart. Looking from the blade to the purple eyes of him, she saw surprise and something else that she couldn't think of a word for. Her legs gave out from under her. He rose swiftly to catch her.

"Vierna." She smiled at him. Raising her hand she touched his face. "I'm free, Drizzt…." Vierna whispered, eyes glazed, her hand dropped. Drizzt held her tightly with one as he closed her eyes. "Be at peace sister. Come Guen, let us find our friends and be gone from this place." The great panther watched as he left the room before her gaze fall to the drowess just slain. In that moment before her death, she had seen it. She had passed the test, although Guenhwyvar herself didn't issue it directly.

She had watched this drow female more than once and each time she showed that sensitive soul of the ever changing woman. Something that some if not all of the other drow females banish from the heart and souls for their Goddess. This one simply went along with the dark Goddess out of survival. Tilting her massive head in thought as she looked at Vierna her master called her; yes. She would give her the chance few were given. Moving until she stood over the lifeless body of Vierna she opened her month and yowled sharp and low.

A thick white mist swirled about her muzzle before leaving her month and entering hers, it wouldn't be long now. Guenhwyvar moved from her, but still looked at her prone form. 'Welcome sister to life.' She thought before racing down the dark halls to help her master and friend.