*Angel~In~Disguise~2*
"It's Kali." She said, favoring her now throbbing foot.
"Kali. It fits you." He turned, either not noticing, or ignoring the blush that had risen across her face. *Doesn't Kali mean 'dark goddess'?* "Follow me. You won't join the regular schedule until tomorrow, when you've settled in."
After a while, they came to a stop outside a door that Dilandau opened for her. "This is where you'll be staying. Curfew is 11:30, training is at 9:00 in the morning, breakfast is at 8:00.
You're late for anything, you'll be punished immediantly and severely." He then turned and walked away. She was surprised at this last line, but forgot about it it and started to explore her room.
"What is Lord Dilandau thinking?!" Dalet hissed. "What is he getting at, letting a woman join the Dragon Slayers!? It's unheard of! Does he really think that a woman can-" ~!!CRACK!!~ "HEY!! MigUUEELL!!!! What was THAT for?!" He demanded as Miguel struck him over the head without even looking up as he was sharpening his sword.
"As much as I agree about the woman joining, I don't ever want to hear you say anything degrading about Lord Dilandau again!!" He snapped quietly. Dalet glared at him, rubbing the side of his face.
"You're almost as bad as Lord Dilandau."
Kali walked out of the connected bathroom and over to her bed where some servants had layed out an outfit for her. She picked it up and looked it over. The handmadiens had given her a sleek, pale blue, silk dress with a V-neck and matching gloves. It was simple, but would absolutely turn quite a few heads. She changed into it, then looked at herself in the mirror.
"Damn. That dress looks as if it were made for you." She heard someone say in a rich, powerful voice. Kali turned to see one of Dilandau's Dragon Slayer's standing at the door.
She blushed, then watched as he walked over to her bed and layed a beautiful sword and an equally beautiful scabbard beside it. He saw her confused face and smirked inwardly. "Gifts from Lord
Folken. They're almost as beautiful as you are." He said in a slightly seductive voice that had the blush on her face intensifying. "I'm not sure, but..." He turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "I think he has a soft spot for you. And I can't say as I blame him." He said, tossing her a glance over his shoulder, a satisfied grin on his face. Her startled eyes gave him a once over, studying his long, purple-blue hair hanging past his shoulders in a loose ponytail and his blue eyes seemed to be shining like they were showing how much fun he was having teasing her. *I do believe he's flirting with me!* She realized in shock. "My name's Viole, by the way. And, unlike the others, I'll look forward to having you on the team." He opened the door then and walked out, stealing one more glance at her startled form as he walked down the hall.
Viole entered the Dragon Slayer's lounge to find Dalet, Chesta, Gatti, Miguel, and Guimel all sitting around the room. Everyone except for Miguel was sitting in a group, talking about the new Slayer. Miguel was in a corner of the room, meditating or sleeping or something.
"I think it's so unfair that she gets her own room!! Just 'cause she's a female! Why can't she stay in here?!"
"Yeah, you'd just love to watch her as she changes, wouldn't you Dalet?" Viole asked, glaring down at him. This statement caused a blush to rise over Dalet's face. Viole laughed. "I don't blame you, she is rather hot."
"How do you know?! We haven't even seen her yet!!"
"Oh, you know Viole!! He thinks all girls are hot!! Why, if he wasn't related to her, he'd probably date his own mother!!" All the others laughed, but this statement caused Viole to get surprisingly defensive.
"Actually, I know because I just came back from her room. I was giving her the sword Lord Folken said she could have. And as for my mother, it would be hard for me to date her..." He stood and turned to leave. "Because she's six feet underground with my father and sister." He then walked over to where Miguel was sitting and sat down beside him. No one said anything; as Viole was like Miguel and didn't like being around other people often, he had never told anyone about his family, so this was a new piece of information, which caused a wave of guilt to wash over the group.
Miguel looked up in surprise as Viole sat down beside him with a sigh.
"Something bothering you?" He asked in a soft voice. Viole looked over at the group, then at the cinnamon-eyed youth beside him, and hung his head.
"Just the usual." He muttered. Miguel leaned his head against Viole's shoulder, sighing, causing Viole to laugh silently. *I guess Lord Dilandau's training schedule being stretched out longer has worn Miguel out pretty bad.* He sighed and leaned back against the wall, falling asleep.
Kali was looking over her sword when she head footsteps walking by her door and looked up to see the Dragon Slayers passing by. Several of them were glancing at her for a split second as they passed her open doorway, and she remembered that these teens probably hadn't shared a building with a female for a long time. *Oh, joy.* She thought bitterly. She placed the sword on the desk, and walked into her bathroom. Kali turned on the tap and let the water pour into her hands, then splashed it over her face. She grabbed a towel and dried her face off, then looked up into the mirror, jumping when she saw Folken standing behind her.
"Lord Folken, what are you doing in here?"
"I wanted to see if you liked your sword." *I'm sure that's all you wanted to see.* She thought bitterly.
"Yes, sir. It's beautiful."
"I thought you'd like it." Kali was about to say something when she felt a strange but familiar sensation run through her entire body. She hung the towel on the rack, then walked around Folken to walk back to her room, but collapsed back against Folken.
"Kali, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm just a little tired. I don't know why." She was about to stand on her own again when she felt Folken pick her up. This startled her deeply, but she didn't move. She was oddly drained of energy for some reason. After a moment, she relaxed in his hold and closed her eyes. She was asleep in his arms before he even set foot in her room.
Folken layed her down gently, pulling the blankets over her and running his human hand through her hair. As he walked out of the room, he found he couldn't rid the thoughts of her in her mind.
Kali tossed slightly in her sleep, having the same dream that she'd been having for 5 rotations now as the moon slowly rose over the mountains, casting a silver glow over her troubled form.
~The~next~morning~
Kali woke up to a bitter taste in her mouth, and was able to detect the sound of running and panic. She got up, not noticing that she was still in her clothes from yesterday, and opened the door to see everyone was running to the mess hall. She joined the crowd and walked into the mess hall to find Dilandau and Folken both talking quietly; Dilandau looked as if he was ready to burst. Kali could see why: 4 men lay in the corner, a sheet over them which was quickly becoming bloody. She looked over to Dilandau again; he seemed extremely angered at the loss of four of his men. "What's going on?" She hissed to the man standing next to her.
"4 of Lord Dilandau's men were killed last night. And not normally. Their bodies were found in the hanger, torn up so badly, that they couldn't tell who any of them are. It's a shock they're still intact." She lifted her hand to cover a yawn, then froze. There was a dark red stain on her palm
and fingers. She lowered her hand quickly and turned away, walking out of the room as rapidly as
she could without bringing any attention to her. She didn't notice Dilandau's stare as he watched her leave.
In her bathroom, she found that both her hands had the strange stains on them, and tried to rinse the red mark off, but realized that most of it wouldn't come off. She watched what did come off run down the drain. *What the hell is going on?!* She looked in the mirror, then took a long drink of water to wash the coppery taste out of her mouth. To her horror, the water she spit out was red. She stood there for the longest time, staring at the sink, studying the faint pink mark the water left, then looked in the mirror. She jumped when she saw Dilandau standing behind her and turned to face him. *WHY does everyone DO that?!* Kali moved her stained hand out of view, praying he wouldn't notice.
Dilandau approached her, not saying anything. His hard stare studied every move she made. The way her pupils narrowed to slits, so her eyes seemed to be all gold; how her breath seemed to quicken with every step he took towards her. Her raven-black hair was surprisingly neat, considering she'd just gotten up.
"You left the mess hall rather quickly." He said quietly. "Any particular reason why?"
"I, I couldn't stand the sight of those men under the blanket." She said, not even blinking for fear he'd sense she was lying. He stared at her for the longest time, searching for even a shred of evidence that she was lying. When he wasn't able to find any, he turned away.
"Training starts in half an hour. DON'T be late." She watched him leave then, sighing, stared at her hands.
"It's Kali." She said, favoring her now throbbing foot.
"Kali. It fits you." He turned, either not noticing, or ignoring the blush that had risen across her face. *Doesn't Kali mean 'dark goddess'?* "Follow me. You won't join the regular schedule until tomorrow, when you've settled in."
After a while, they came to a stop outside a door that Dilandau opened for her. "This is where you'll be staying. Curfew is 11:30, training is at 9:00 in the morning, breakfast is at 8:00.
You're late for anything, you'll be punished immediantly and severely." He then turned and walked away. She was surprised at this last line, but forgot about it it and started to explore her room.
"What is Lord Dilandau thinking?!" Dalet hissed. "What is he getting at, letting a woman join the Dragon Slayers!? It's unheard of! Does he really think that a woman can-" ~!!CRACK!!~ "HEY!! MigUUEELL!!!! What was THAT for?!" He demanded as Miguel struck him over the head without even looking up as he was sharpening his sword.
"As much as I agree about the woman joining, I don't ever want to hear you say anything degrading about Lord Dilandau again!!" He snapped quietly. Dalet glared at him, rubbing the side of his face.
"You're almost as bad as Lord Dilandau."
Kali walked out of the connected bathroom and over to her bed where some servants had layed out an outfit for her. She picked it up and looked it over. The handmadiens had given her a sleek, pale blue, silk dress with a V-neck and matching gloves. It was simple, but would absolutely turn quite a few heads. She changed into it, then looked at herself in the mirror.
"Damn. That dress looks as if it were made for you." She heard someone say in a rich, powerful voice. Kali turned to see one of Dilandau's Dragon Slayer's standing at the door.
She blushed, then watched as he walked over to her bed and layed a beautiful sword and an equally beautiful scabbard beside it. He saw her confused face and smirked inwardly. "Gifts from Lord
Folken. They're almost as beautiful as you are." He said in a slightly seductive voice that had the blush on her face intensifying. "I'm not sure, but..." He turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "I think he has a soft spot for you. And I can't say as I blame him." He said, tossing her a glance over his shoulder, a satisfied grin on his face. Her startled eyes gave him a once over, studying his long, purple-blue hair hanging past his shoulders in a loose ponytail and his blue eyes seemed to be shining like they were showing how much fun he was having teasing her. *I do believe he's flirting with me!* She realized in shock. "My name's Viole, by the way. And, unlike the others, I'll look forward to having you on the team." He opened the door then and walked out, stealing one more glance at her startled form as he walked down the hall.
Viole entered the Dragon Slayer's lounge to find Dalet, Chesta, Gatti, Miguel, and Guimel all sitting around the room. Everyone except for Miguel was sitting in a group, talking about the new Slayer. Miguel was in a corner of the room, meditating or sleeping or something.
"I think it's so unfair that she gets her own room!! Just 'cause she's a female! Why can't she stay in here?!"
"Yeah, you'd just love to watch her as she changes, wouldn't you Dalet?" Viole asked, glaring down at him. This statement caused a blush to rise over Dalet's face. Viole laughed. "I don't blame you, she is rather hot."
"How do you know?! We haven't even seen her yet!!"
"Oh, you know Viole!! He thinks all girls are hot!! Why, if he wasn't related to her, he'd probably date his own mother!!" All the others laughed, but this statement caused Viole to get surprisingly defensive.
"Actually, I know because I just came back from her room. I was giving her the sword Lord Folken said she could have. And as for my mother, it would be hard for me to date her..." He stood and turned to leave. "Because she's six feet underground with my father and sister." He then walked over to where Miguel was sitting and sat down beside him. No one said anything; as Viole was like Miguel and didn't like being around other people often, he had never told anyone about his family, so this was a new piece of information, which caused a wave of guilt to wash over the group.
Miguel looked up in surprise as Viole sat down beside him with a sigh.
"Something bothering you?" He asked in a soft voice. Viole looked over at the group, then at the cinnamon-eyed youth beside him, and hung his head.
"Just the usual." He muttered. Miguel leaned his head against Viole's shoulder, sighing, causing Viole to laugh silently. *I guess Lord Dilandau's training schedule being stretched out longer has worn Miguel out pretty bad.* He sighed and leaned back against the wall, falling asleep.
Kali was looking over her sword when she head footsteps walking by her door and looked up to see the Dragon Slayers passing by. Several of them were glancing at her for a split second as they passed her open doorway, and she remembered that these teens probably hadn't shared a building with a female for a long time. *Oh, joy.* She thought bitterly. She placed the sword on the desk, and walked into her bathroom. Kali turned on the tap and let the water pour into her hands, then splashed it over her face. She grabbed a towel and dried her face off, then looked up into the mirror, jumping when she saw Folken standing behind her.
"Lord Folken, what are you doing in here?"
"I wanted to see if you liked your sword." *I'm sure that's all you wanted to see.* She thought bitterly.
"Yes, sir. It's beautiful."
"I thought you'd like it." Kali was about to say something when she felt a strange but familiar sensation run through her entire body. She hung the towel on the rack, then walked around Folken to walk back to her room, but collapsed back against Folken.
"Kali, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm just a little tired. I don't know why." She was about to stand on her own again when she felt Folken pick her up. This startled her deeply, but she didn't move. She was oddly drained of energy for some reason. After a moment, she relaxed in his hold and closed her eyes. She was asleep in his arms before he even set foot in her room.
Folken layed her down gently, pulling the blankets over her and running his human hand through her hair. As he walked out of the room, he found he couldn't rid the thoughts of her in her mind.
Kali tossed slightly in her sleep, having the same dream that she'd been having for 5 rotations now as the moon slowly rose over the mountains, casting a silver glow over her troubled form.
~The~next~morning~
Kali woke up to a bitter taste in her mouth, and was able to detect the sound of running and panic. She got up, not noticing that she was still in her clothes from yesterday, and opened the door to see everyone was running to the mess hall. She joined the crowd and walked into the mess hall to find Dilandau and Folken both talking quietly; Dilandau looked as if he was ready to burst. Kali could see why: 4 men lay in the corner, a sheet over them which was quickly becoming bloody. She looked over to Dilandau again; he seemed extremely angered at the loss of four of his men. "What's going on?" She hissed to the man standing next to her.
"4 of Lord Dilandau's men were killed last night. And not normally. Their bodies were found in the hanger, torn up so badly, that they couldn't tell who any of them are. It's a shock they're still intact." She lifted her hand to cover a yawn, then froze. There was a dark red stain on her palm
and fingers. She lowered her hand quickly and turned away, walking out of the room as rapidly as
she could without bringing any attention to her. She didn't notice Dilandau's stare as he watched her leave.
In her bathroom, she found that both her hands had the strange stains on them, and tried to rinse the red mark off, but realized that most of it wouldn't come off. She watched what did come off run down the drain. *What the hell is going on?!* She looked in the mirror, then took a long drink of water to wash the coppery taste out of her mouth. To her horror, the water she spit out was red. She stood there for the longest time, staring at the sink, studying the faint pink mark the water left, then looked in the mirror. She jumped when she saw Dilandau standing behind her and turned to face him. *WHY does everyone DO that?!* Kali moved her stained hand out of view, praying he wouldn't notice.
Dilandau approached her, not saying anything. His hard stare studied every move she made. The way her pupils narrowed to slits, so her eyes seemed to be all gold; how her breath seemed to quicken with every step he took towards her. Her raven-black hair was surprisingly neat, considering she'd just gotten up.
"You left the mess hall rather quickly." He said quietly. "Any particular reason why?"
"I, I couldn't stand the sight of those men under the blanket." She said, not even blinking for fear he'd sense she was lying. He stared at her for the longest time, searching for even a shred of evidence that she was lying. When he wasn't able to find any, he turned away.
"Training starts in half an hour. DON'T be late." She watched him leave then, sighing, stared at her hands.